Melancholy: Comings and Goings

Sometimes
you think, that you can cry
until the earth is jolted, from its constant routine,
from its arrogant apprehension;
sometimes
the tears trip
and in the throat stays
the moment of letting
the weeping go,
between agonizing verse and knots of strangers
resonating in the chest;

and sometimes,
rain shelters your gleams
gathering sadness that should have passed
and somehow, comes back
as summer storms.