• thelogist 32w

    How sadness feels

    I hear it when it rains;
    I see it in the passing trains.
    I see it in the way they walk;
    I feel it in the way they talk.
    Even the words cannot hide it;
    And the silence cannot mute it.
    It lives behind our eyes.
    It peaks through our smiles.
    It makes the day tiring,
    It makes the night nostalgic;
    From morning coffee,
    To midnight snack;
    It makes you wonder
    What is that that you lack?
    Long lone hours; gazing at the sky,
    Trying to remember what
    Happiness was like.