Depression Ii

DEPRESSION II In the park Sitting where we sat In the summer house Only half hearing Those last two words “Someone else” Staring off The blank feeling Aware only Of a heavy emptiness On top of my shoulders The sky overhead So blue The day So bright So very warm But not a bead On this dead brow If this were a scene From some movie There would be music In minor key An English horn Cello Dirty sax Without expression Droning on In the distance A phone booth Just the image Stirs slightly And Something tries To rise But Over the weeks I’ve become…ummm, Comfortable My vacant world…mmm, Comfortable Oh, please Don’t disturb The lost