melancholia broke down the door again
lit my cigarette
and sat me at the table
it started flattering me again
it\'s warm and not so lonesome after all
when she left
I got up cleansed
after such familiar encounter
the next day melancholia came through the door
takes off its shoes
pulls out a chair
and sits with us at the table
smoking my cigarettes
drinking my wine
and beer
then listen to me whine about this
and that
about unpublished work
and the empty bed
and the pile of clothes and chores left untouched
just like so
many other times