Melancholia

the night grows on
as minutes burn to hours
I lie in my bed
curled in the sheets
that was once ours

♥

the matted off-white blanket
the stains on the pillows
remind me just how
inconsolably incomplete
I am

♥

like frozen ashes
your smell from the covers
slowly replaces
the air in my lungs
filling me, killing me

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our poor dear love
once groped for life
its remnants linger now
like breaths of a pierced dove
on the verge of extinction 

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out the window
the moon’s beautifully alone
shades of soft and sombre
as always
it craves for more 

♥

draped in melancholia
just like that shiny ball
I have nowhere to go
but lie in my bed
and think about how

♥

how we
became a thing of the past
and there shall we lie buried
till the end of time
till the end of us

~~~~~~

Asha Seth