She Comes

Melancholia shrouds me

Sitting along the French Riviera (champagne in hand)

She comes

Sitting on the balcony overlooking the Tagus River at dusk (sipping ginger tea)

She comes

I have traced Japan from Tokyo to Kyoto to Osaka

Even there

She came like those towering clouds before a thunderstorm -

as if preparing for burial rites

And I sit (for sit is all I can do)

How far can I run?

She comes

Always

So, I sit and let her

I watch from the outside looking in

And I see how lovingly she prepares her shroud and covers me

For my burial

Melancholia shrouds me

sigh

Cover me in your grace

Lisboa, 1 August 2026

Writ upon Tejo

by Melancholia