Collecting Teardrops
Collecting teardrops
of little comfort or warmth
Shadowing the promises
of ribbon shaped clouds
floating silently in harmony
with my heartbeat
My mind drifts softly
The darkness comes
on a sunlit day, reaching with its hand
through this wood framed window
streaked in sadness
but transparent so that I may see
into the fabric of my memories,
desperately fighting the fears
that slowly form
Now I sit here collecting teardrops…
so many shed, flowing anguish
embedded of a loss,
outlining the cracks in my heart,
etched in tomorrows,
lost to yesterdays,
when today you are gone
6/1/2017
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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