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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Melancholy 1</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Melancholy </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On an impulse I went to see my daughter, who lives in a hilly town <br>with bad roads. My ex girlfriend walked in, she is an unfinished love <br>story, sun tanned and beautiful, but she had been drinking, and<br>didn’t see me. She wanted to drink some more, people tried to stop, <br>her, she shrugged them off, unsteadily walked out to find a tavern or <br>two. Later that evening I booked into a hotel and could hear her tipsy <br>laughter in the bar. I didn’t join the set, but went up to my room. <br>It turned out she had a room next to mine and later I endured her <br>having sex with a man she had picked up somewhere. Met her in <br>the breakfast room next morning, her casual lover had long since gone <br>and she appeared glad to see me. We chatted about the old days, <br>held hands and her eyes were sea green. We made love in my bed, <br>she was warm and giving as always; tremor in her hands she had <br>a whisky and fell asleep in my arms.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a></strong></div>