It took, my tears;
It kept me - a familiar notion;
So on and on.
It took, it fell;
its flight still born;
alive.
Still its life -
hours;
in the afternoon, in the evening
unable to be more,
very busy the feeling on my face.
Drops heavy and heavier;
it would be put on my cheeks;
at the end,
many years after;
of asking why -
relative pieces of human love would listen.
Copyrighted 2009
