For me the mourning after
\ncame close enough to nightfall
\nthat I really feel no yearning
\nfor yet another dawn.<\/p>\n
But, had the darkness
\nbefallen nearer daybreak,
\nwould the photophilia
\nhave spontaneously resumed?<\/p>\n
Empty counterfactuals.<\/p>\n
The answer’s in my nature
\nbegot by
\nand beholden
\nto yours.
\nMore to do
\nwith meaning
\nand maternity
\nthan melancholia.<\/p>\n
And all of this I know
\nbecause I’m not the only one
\nwho misses you so.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
For me the mourning after came close enough to nightfall that I really feel no yearning for yet another dawn. But, had the darkness befallen nearer daybreak, would the photophilia have spontaneously resumed? Empty counterfactuals. The answer’s in my nature begot by and beholden to yours. More to do with meaning and maternity than melancholia. … <\/p>\n