melancholy

        
her name was melancholy        
and she weighed heavy on my heart  
her quiet little song      
played in the background      
while the world was noisy      
and I felt I would fall apart      
       
when things settled      
I would feel her presence      
while she took tea alone      
she was not one for complaints      
no, no not ever      
     
her sorrow known within      
the notes she would leave      
woven inside my poetry      
otherwise nothing      
       
a soft spoken lady      
propriety in all things      
keeping things tidy was her passion  
no messy emotions allowed      
they are forbidden      
       
she kept watch like a proper nanny
ushering the tears back      
that threatened the skies inside      
shades of blue and depths of feeling  
her native tongue    
she speaks them most eloquently      
a resident here since I first began      
on a journey of discovery      
       
yes melancholy is her name      
grief without crying      
a heavy burden      
and we walk on silently