An Affair

Don’t tell Depression I’m having an affair with Joy.

Depression knows I’ve been having an affair with Joy.

Does her call make me love Joy less?

Or do I just miss Depression.

That infatuation with the low and downtrodden feeling.

This poem is about: 
Me

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