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one tear

drop of sadness

capsule of self pity

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morsel of despair

escapes the corner of her eye

to explore her winter reddened cheek

but the swollen gravity of her heart

pulls it straight down

a small convex mirror

it rolls down over the cold

and closed pores of her cheeks

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all her cells shutting it out

a reflection of her bruised soul

and crushed dreams

as well as the faces of strangers on the train

diverting their eyes

daring not to care too deeply

leaving a trail of wet hopelessness

from corner of eye to side of nose

passing down-turned corners of lips

to chin

where it finds same future

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she sees before her


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so it breaks in two

a luxury she lacks

misery loves company

and they plunge past her neck

she swallows hard

as if to consume thick emotion

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and steps out into the rain.

the tear finds company in a myriad of prisms

casting rainbows in every direction

invisible to her

who sees only gray sky, bleak future,

through dim perspective.

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fresh tears, distinct by salt

but concealed by rain

reflect the world around her

as upside down as she perceives it

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as if out of empathy

for her loss.

with no one to wipe them away

no one to embrace

she enters the cold church;

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hard floors, rigid pews and stained glass

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giving color to her pale wet cheeks

to camouflage the pain

tasted by all, but enveloping her.

He’s not there

and never again will be.

But she still must.

#funeral #death #tears #poetry #weep #anxiety #poem #pain #Depression #church

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