Post Traumatic Sadness Disorder (a poem)
I suppose its not your fault That I was deserted That I looked out into the abyss Waiting for a return. It never came. My heart carries a chronic sad tune that hums In the background Who knows how my melancholy chords come together I strum and pick but does it matter? Do my wails and agony even translate In a whole wide world that moved on without me? I look out into the abyss. Waiting. For someone to come back Anyone But no one shows. -sonia lopez 10/5/26