Sentido

oh 

this sickly sweet

subtle

sadness--

how i've missed you. 

your familiarity has burrowed

into my bones

and nested there

so that i refrain from moving

as to not to disturb

the thing that so wickedly 

curls

around my once beating heart.

and now my skin has rotted away

leaving exposed and brittle bones

with gnarled branches

sharp briers

musty leaves 

and oh i was once so pretty

but now i am gaunt and weary

so i rejoice in this 

sweet sick subtle sadness

for it means that i am no longer hollow,

filled with the bitterness of winter yes, 

but the whistling wind is nostalgic

and i feel as though

i am not so alone.