Snowy Sunday

Trying to remember fall
        — tumbling through mad memories.
    My life revolves with the seasons.
    Now is the time for mulling, assessing.
        Sitting in dark cafes on snowy Sundays
        and listening to sad, dark tunes 
        while remembering
        yesterdays’ frenzies, desperate remorse.
    I have decided to learn happiness.
    I have decided to learn your essence 
        to keep with me.
    Happiness is not as costly as despair.
    Love is easier than ire of yearning.
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