Tear Stains.


Tear Stains.

  © -MFB III 

The amount

that I
miss her

 would fit
in the

corner of

my eye,
....my tears
a saline wash

of my soul
hung out

to dry
on the

 line of

my cheek,
A bead of

regret that

a long trail
I have no

wish to follow.

I once

kissed away

her tears,
their bitterness

tainting my tongue,
but now

that she

is gone
it is a

 sweet nectar
I long for.

Even our

saddest day
was beautiful

when balanced
against the


of now.

Skulls do

not cry,

only the flesh
weeps from

the bone,
as hope


into dust.

What leaks

from the eyes

is acid to

one's soul.

There are

only so many
body solutions

a man can cherish,
the taste

of a kiss,
the silk of

her passion,
the musk

of romance,
the sweat

of a job

well done,
but tears

are the least
cherished of all.
My eyes are

dry wells now,
they stare

into the past,
filling with

 the dust

of despair.







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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas

What a sad poem but very well written.

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