The air was sad tonight
Or was it just a cloud
I strolled into unwarily
Not seeing
Not watching where
He or I
Might be going
I felt the change
Immediately
A cold front
Coming over me
I tried to shake him off
Walking faster
Dodging quickly down a
Different street
But he kept up
Quite handily
Not one to be denied
So I resigned
And brought him to my door
He slipped inside
And made himself at home
He gathered up his gloominess
And settled in a chair
Right next to me
We talked the weather for awhile
I tried a couple jokes
But he was bound to be morose
And so we sat
I kept him quiet company
Then made us cups of cloudy tea




Sara Mathews     August  2016