Sadness

Sometimes,
sadness
settles
in your chest
an unmovable thing
choking you
when you are not looking.

But now
On your way
to the next big thing
you look in the mirror
to pin a navy blue scarf to your head.

And you see it –

settled in your eyes
colouring everything you see.

And all you can do is
pull the scarf off your head
and collapse against your brother’s black chair.