melancholy
I’d tell you, then: That solidity of feeling; the ache in your very skull that’s just what it means to love.
If you told me of a melancholy
so hard it made your teeth hurt—
of the night, your companion
(or an early dusk.)
Of how the city made you feel close
to your grandmother—
Dazzling, in the quiet.
I’d tell you, then:
That solidity of feeling;
the ache in your very skull-
that’s just what it means
to love.