Don't Cry
A tear forms,
somewhere between leaving and a park bench
overlooking a midnight ocean and yesterdays farewell.
It rolls down, candle lit,
between pages of poetry sprawled across your gentle cheek
and navigates through memories
and pauses at streaks
to take note.
It rolls down, waterslide,
gliding past forgotten smiles,
wading around for a dimples sign
and rests heavily upon your lip
(where we last kissed)
The teardrop sits, quivering,
awaiting it's long leap.
Salting up a tale told tongue
remembering your blue eyes.
And as it falls, all is forgot.
No more streams to form
or waterslides.
It's lost it's grip to your soft skin.
It's gone...It's left...It's lonely too.
And as it splashes onto a page,
resting on a cluttered desk,
it lies...
looking up it says
don't cry.
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Admin note:
Nominated for Poem of the Week on 10/28/2004
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Excellent work.
