Unnoticed Tears
my eyes leak periodically--
worn washers i suppose,
the erosion of joy
in fragments.
they give me away,
these eyes of mine,
when i least wish them to.
but swiping at tears
is a dead giveaway,
so i let them dry on my cheek
unannounced.
maybe you won't notice them either.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014