La Mélancolie

She is your companion
  On those lonely nights
Tormenting the soul
  With Fantômes et portraits
    Of words long forgotten
Brought out in songs
In sunsets forlorn
Till slumber comes

She is the avenger
  Of karma long past
For deeds undone
Righter of wrongs
In trial and tribulation
  And retribution naught
But also the redeemer
  For absolution sought

She is the reminder
  Of a rooted solitude
That yearns for errors
  To be undone but knowing
It reinvented and redefined
What a cruel affliction
An irony in cleansing
  And personal crucifixion

She is the sleeping grief
  Awakened in brief reflections
When hope and despondency
  Quarrel in mind and matter
But the sadder part is
  One cannot change the past
But understand it has made us
  When all things have passed

She is the shadow behind
  All emotion resentful
At the circumstances
At the chances taken
  And lost along the way
Glad to have been part
With an infinite sadness
  That clings to the heart

The melancholy runs deep
In time and in memory
Like secrets deemed sinful
  Only for remembering
But finally letting go
  Is always sad to part ways
Free of the addiction
  Till the end of our days