When I hit rock bottom last summer,
So somber and rotten, I’d sought
Out a lover. Forgotten to
call her, then split early autumn.
By winter, my bitterness festers
and lingers, depresses and hinders
Interest in the simplest assistance
Requested. Defeated, why plead with the
healers that treat it. Discreetly
retreat as the next person needs it.
akennific 