Monsieur Misery
Pleasure is ephemeral, but at least misery shares some of this same quality.
And as we know, misery loves company.
Don’t we all, misery? Company. We would all love some company.
But that’s the misery of it,
What we love is often out of reach,
Hard to snag,
Pleasurable, and thus
Ephemeral.
Copyright © Claire Ryan | Year Posted 2019
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