It reminds me of <br />A strange medicine <br />That steals the evening star <br />Of its glow, <br />Or the ancient dolphin <br />That is trapped <br />Beneath the starry snow. <br /> <br />And it has me sitting here <br />Writing metaphors <br />Instead of saying <br />What I have to say, <br />And what I have to say <br />Is that just today <br />Was very grey <br />And you were with your Valentine <br />On the subway. <br /> <br />And he was seated <br />And made you stand, <br />Refused to hold your hand. <br />I have liked you this long <br />And that is all, <br />No metaphors or abstract recall, <br />There is no more, <br />There is your tragedy, <br />Echoing out the subway door.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melancholy-i-write-you-this-tragedy/
