Blown leaves over grey pavement stones
Snow in March, so peculiar
Maybe it's just how life goes
Now
Music wafting over earphones
I know every word
I've known the song
For many years
Can I admit that I am energised
By these feelings
Of melancholy
The same toss and turn manoeuvre
Practise and honed
And bound with
Unpleasantness
The core of the problem is
I'm all alone
Despite wishing
Otherwise
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