Sorrow

When sorrow rose from the horizon,
I greeted her like an old friend.
We had grown so much together
Over these years,
I took her in my arms and embraced her.
We caught up with old memories
Tears sparkling in our reunion.
Sorrow,
Met me anywhere.
She was a lively thing,
Unabashed of her presence,
It was always a struggle to hide
Her flamboyant and self absorbed nature.
Sometimes she would meet me
Between the crevices of a home.
Under the shadows of someone else's eyes,
Someone else's drunken doorway.
She would look at me and tease me
With her big round dark eyes:
"You cannot know me as they do."
I retort back-
"They cannot know you as I do."
She has been handled and shared
by everyone for centuries.
She is a lover
Whose reputation is never tainted.

As you lay with her,
She makes exotic cocktails.
As you lay with her
You see her-
Elusive and beautiful
Horrifying and enigmatic.

Sorrow, is an old friend.
She dresses up in wine
In moonshine and poetry.
When it is time for her to go-
I never know.
But I always anticipate her next
Unexpected visit.