Cascading
Flowing
Tiny Pools
Horrible storms
Droplets
In joy
In Sorrow
Not enough tissues
Lovely Linen hankies
On his collar
On his shoulder
In my hair
Everywhere
Tears

A broken heart is–

a poet's greatest treasure.

it wasn't my fault.
i didn't mean to,
i swear.
i would never go
out of my way --
intentionally,
to upset you like that.
i hate seeing you like that!

why do you think i did it?
do you really think
that little of me?

i would never hurt you
because i wanted to.
i never want to.