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

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