Melancholia II

Their love ran a faultless course, their eyes trained on the same source, their hearts pregnant
like salmon with millions of tiny hopes.


And when she left, gutting the house of its contents as she went, a cold emptiness replaced the
full feeling, leaving him as hollow-bloated as the deflating bulb of the stomach that
remembers the child, love nursing us all into need.


Banking on the deep well of their love to bring up water, he waited nine days for her return,
his patience a novena of noble longing.


~ by ancamitroi on January.8.2015.

2 Responses to “Melancholia II”

  1. stupend


  2. Beautiful shots.

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