It’s a soft, deep kind of sad
A gentle kind of sad
That graces your bones with its presence
Almost delicately enough to put you to sleep for good.
It’s the kind of sad that lies
In wisps of hair around your face.
The kind of sad that sounds like piano keys
Crying out a deathly sorrow,
Like when you touch the wings of a butterfly
And then it can no longer soar.
It’s the kind of sad that lulls you to sleep
Every single night
Until you can’t drift off without it by your side.
It’s the peaceful kind of sad.
It urges the tears from your eyes
And hides fatigue in the tips of your fingers
So that they cannot brush them aside.
It’s the safest kind of sad
As it wraps itself around you
Like a safe, warm cover in the cold, cold months of winter.
It sweeps you off your feet,
Becomes your most passionate lover,
Holds your hands and your secrets,
Lies awake with you when you cannot sleep.
We all know the kind of sad I speak of,
Because it’s hissing in your ears
Ready to strike
Demanding you not to leave her,
Demanding you not to let her go.
Yes, we all know this kind of sadness,
The kind we cannot shake
Even after months of medication
She sings to me now,
Saying “darling, I won’t leave.”
Oh, and I know she’d never lie to me.