Even after all the good days,
once in a while there are still days
when my mood matches melancholy.
Days when I desperately want to say,
"Please care"
but still don't expect you to.
Then there are also days of
exaggerated elation,
a euphoria that eventually leads
to the unpleasant anticipation
of anxiety,
and so the cycles runs around
every now and again.
The trick is coping
with the instinct
we call emotion.
