I might never stop crying
tissues wadded up in my pockets
sunglasses worn, still
when it’s cloudy and gray.

I smile through it
tears living their life Incognito
but becoming less discreet
time and time again
when provocation rears itself—
more ****** of our fellow humans
defenseless creatures with no voice
killed in carelessness
or deliberately slain for sport.

I cry when I’ve realized
someone I wished to know
is gone, and that time has passed
never the chance to lock eyes
travel to a secret world together.

I’m almost certain
I will never escape the tears—
unrelenting erosion
of love, life, and the possibility
of intuiting another
with random and unexpected
depths of knowing
—still unknown.