There is a melancholy
That seeps in throughout the day
Between the calls of duty
When attention turns away.

It’s best to just allow it
And give what it’s asking for;
Any efforts to avoid it
Only bring it rushing more.

A little time and attention,
Something off balance, out of whack;
Just a little warning
To give the self a little slack.

At close of day I give
Full acknowledgment to this,
Mixing melancholy
With my solitary bliss.