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Consoling Tears
The Dance of Despair
In the shadowed corners of my heart’s expanse,
I console the tear, as it readies to dance.
Swallowing hard, a poem I pen,
Trying to forget, it won’t answer again.
I console the tear, so it may not fall,
Yet, it descends, without strength, without all.
Dropping like an ancient relic, rusted in place,
Falling, as if time had erased its grace.
I console the tear, like an orphaned child,
Caressing the barren, the memory beguiled.
Forgetting the pain, the ancient scar,
Yet, the tear remembers, it’s never too far.
For the tear is warm, as it bids me goodbye,
Leaving me waiting, with a heavy sigh.
Where are you? How do you fare?
How do you stand? How do you bear?
Assure my heart’s left, say you’re alright,
Whisper tales of love, written in the night.
Say something took you, and you flew afar,
Say what you will, but be well, my star.
