melancholy

melancholy runs his fingers along my heartstrings
making them sing a mournful song
as my memory joins in with videos of good times;
joining into the beautiful movie of what once was.
he sweeps me up in his dance
perfectly timed with moves i know so well;
my body sways with his.
i know this wasn’t real
just a technicolor dream softened with
my filters.

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