I’m Sitting at the Lunch Table, Waiting For Lunch To Start and I Haven’t a More Practical Title For This Poem

In
The springtime air
Classical music
Fills my soul
To no
End
And the birds
Who sing of
Memories and
Necessity
And love
Comfort my
Brooding heart
With its empathy
And moodiness
That make me who I am

A deep thinker
Sunken in emotion
Swollen in touch
I look at the cloudy sky
In the hopes
Of one day
Seeing it as beautiful
Again.

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