but your eyes blaze in
the inferno of your soul
and stars envy them

It is when the rain
Begins to pour
And night dawns
That I get this craving
To write poetry

The piano sits abandoned
The keys collecting dust
And how I wish I knew
Just one sweet tune

It was your eyes I fell for first
Like a liquid forest fire
They were windows to your soul
And a portal to your heart

you stopped listening
and so I stopped
singing

Why are you crying?

I’m not.

You are.

Do you cry from sadness?

I’m not crying.

I see the tears, dripping from your cheeks.

I see the pain in your eyes.

Why are you lying?

I am not lying.

You are.

Do you lie out of spite?

I’m not lying.

I see how your nose crinkles,

You will not look me in the eye.

Why won’t you let me help?

I don’t need help.

You do.

You need someone to hold you when you cry.

I’m not crying.

You are.

I don’t want to listen to you anymore.

And yet you still listen,*

Because you know I’m right.

And you don’t want to turn away

The only one who cares.

I don’t need you.

Even that sounds fake

To your own ears.

What do you want from me?

I want you to let me hold you,

To share in your pain.

You don’t have to be afraid to show weakness.

It lets me know that

You are only human.

You’re right. I am crying.

I know.

*And that’s okay.

Standing there, unshed tears, sadness stroking my heart

Numb to the world, thoughts a strewn, confusion blight and bleary

Watching the woman, in the casket, shaking as we part

What could I do, to overcome this, when all I feel is weary

Dead and gone, a victim of the night, affronted to the day

All that's left of her is memories, as I turned and walked away