Waterworks
“I need some space” said with a sigh;
But I had something in my eye.
Said she, “It is not you, it’s me”;
I suffered from an allergy.
“Let’s be friends!” – a trite refrain;
There on my cheek a drop of rain.
“I am not the one for you”;
While in my face, a cold wind blew.
“I’m sorry” said with true regret,
And on my lash, a bit of sweat.
What fell when she said her “Good-bye”?
A tear? No way – I do not cry.
Copyright © Daniel Beus | Year Posted 2023
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