His Tears
We sit
here
Like the grave stones
That surround us.
Dark clouds scurry
Across the dark sky.
I say nothing
There is nothing for me to
say.
Somewhere in the mist
A sad bird sings
Its lonely song.
The wind
Carries on it's back the
smell of rain,
Newly moved earth, and wet
leaves.
I see the silver spark of tears
In his eyes,
But he won't let them fall.
So strong is he.
Don't I wish I could be
strong?
They think I am.
But all they see is the
outside,
Inside I'm falling apart.
Just like him.
He won't cry
Because I am here.
Marble grave stones
Raise like ghosts around
us.
But I'm not afraid
For I have see his tears
And face death.
He has seen mine now too.
It's strange to be like this with him.
I hope it will last
For both our sakes.
As I wipe away his tears,
He leans closer to me
To gently kiss away my
tears...
~Jaya
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