Sadness

beautiful sadness

harmless sadness

deep sadness

the one that makes the night longer and the anguish interminable

the sadness that proves existence and affirms being

it’s the one that arrives late and resides for an extra minute or two

how distant do the others seem from it

and how near do i cling to it.

the night is dark and I’m not Neruda- drenched with longing for love

the night is dark and I’m myself- a sad creature residing in his sadness.

but this is not a bad sadness nor a harmful sadness,

i called my sister and I poured my sadness over pixels and Hertz

and when that didn’t work-

i wrote a poem.