Good morning Mr Grey
You’re looking extra glum 
Your overcoat is dour
Your mood is clearly heavy
A bit hung over
One might say
You slog along and whimper
How you didn’t sleep last night
The moon was just too bright
And now you roll the mists around
And draw the gloomy curtains down
But little do you know
That I don’t care
I crave these glowering faces
Your melancholy ways
Intoxicate my brain
I’d like to cheer you
If I could
But rather I will dress like you
And sulk around the neighborhood

Emoting melodrama too!

Sara Mathews     January 2022