Inducing the Melancholy

sitting there
watching the door
the blinds swing in the breeze
there's no feeling left to be felt
don't leave
waiting for the sky to turn purple
kneeling there
grasping for the edge
clutching the breaths
whispering wishes fighting for sound
i try and try
tears crawling past the dusty surface
swirling curtains
inducing the melancholy
please come home