My sad in Budapest, my aching treasure chest

My sad in Budapest, my aching treasure chest

Familiar sound in unfamily surroundings

An unknown reason, no need to rhyme

Sad for its own sake,  amongst a shusshéd laugh and awkward stares.

In the company of infantile smiles; a friendship that’s true

Comforted banter in the face of distant absence

Through miles that can’t be quenched by honesty and wine.

But still the sad is still sad

Closer to my eyes , burning with undeserving tears

Feeling realer in my bones, weighing heavy on my heart.

It’s always darkest just before the dawn

But this pinhole eclipse has surprised my soul

And a sad-drop wells, sighing slowly - falling unwanted.

Opposites attract and so joy meets its pair

Sorrow bubbles, and giggles, and spills out of the cracks

It’s here: in there - still where it always was.

But this is not my sad, not my song - not today

This isn’t from now for how I am in this moment

This is a sad hangover, hung over shadows I wish didn’t belong.