Melancholy Way

I look at you and think to myself…

in a dusty-red-headed-step-child-corner-of-my-mind, I think…

that you’re handsome, with a great smile,

you have a picturesque traditional family,

complete with a wife, a son and a daughter.

You have everything that is beautiful and sweet.

Yet, here I lay on my bed,

feeling compassion for your soul,

because deep down in the pit of my heart,

I know you’re not fully satisfied.

There is something more that you desire, deserve and search for endlessly.

I see it through the portal of your eyes.

I’m so sorry for this phenomenon,

as I have no way to help you at all,

other than to feel this melancholy way.