7 Days to V-Day, still melancholy, even at my happiest. Oh Well.

[lilygrey]

That old hurt
still stings
the bruise that never fades
where was I
yesterday
that I have not been today?
I see the same faded flowers
on the same wind-worn grave
love is no mystery
and no great revelation
it's just the door knob
at the edge of time
where infinity begs
to cease.