a melancholy #1

when you open your front door
and behind that door
you find yourself standing
and asking for a shelter from the rain
or snow.

and instead you’re offering a glass of water
and a handkerchief.

and then you close that door
and go back to the living room.

then you get on the couch
to watch a weather report
in the loop.

and the angel of death
is sitting next to you
sipping a herbal tea
from a blue porcelain cup with the gold trim
and a matching saucer.


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