Wearing black again, that dolorous hue,
funereal, joyless, fitting my mood.
Perhaps you’ve noticed my silent adieu;
if you haven’t, maybe that’s why I brood.
I haven’t seen you in so long a stretch,
and you’ve not seen word from me for longer.
In shadows I’ve lived, like a forlorn wretch,
steeped in my own darkness ever stronger.
But back to the black, shadiest of shades,
the camouflage I chose, or it chose me.
This year’s brought so much pain, now it just fades,
and my future, like this past, just can’t be.
I’m done deflecting Joy with all my might,
and pray Hope’s in black’s absorption of light.