REFLECTIONS © 2011
The tears,
Like leaves torn apart by the wind,
Fall in the silence of my torment,
Tearing the depths of my heart.
They are a rare bloodstream,
Flowing through veins of pain and longing,
In a slow current that never stops,
Nourishing a strange reality.
Each drop carries a piece of me,
Dissolving memories that once were gold,
And in this endless river of lament,
I see the fragility of my own love.
The tears are words without voice,
Echoing in a heart that was once us.