You have been in a depressed phase.
That isn’t necessarily anything to worry about.
Everyone goes through a few blue periods.
You need to feel whatever you’re feeling
and work your way through negative emotions.
(a found poem)
This is the work of darkness – not
just night – but that other lacking time
when light is unseen. It is chiaroscuro.
Without art. Under an arch of lamentation,
these three days have been midnight unmoving.
Even some who never read your poetry,
know about your suicide, troubled marriage, depression,
and life in the bell jar vacuum.
This cold day, I see you young,
a happy, blonde dream on a beach.