Long time

No see

Locked myself in

Without a key

What is

Beauty

Where is the other

Version of me

Like the Black Forest

Filled with dead tress

Seems like it’s all crying

I feel like it’s not as melancholy

Then I hear a whisper in the breeze

A slight noise of hope

A slight little tease

Not as melancholy

A faint noise of song

One that has a steady beat

It lifts you up

So your not as melancholy

The song gets louder

The hope gets higher

And as the smile spreads

It doesn’t tire

The leaves come back to the tree

And they don’t go away

It’s the eye of the storm

In the hurricane

Long time

Happy

Unlocking doors

That need a key

Don’t need

Beauty

I found the other verison of me

No longer melancholy