Her Tears

I saw her,
her heart in pieces, 
her eyes filling with tears. 

I told her i loved her, 
and that she could, '
at any time, 
rely on me to dry her eyes, 
and make, 
her smile again. 

She tried to hold them back, 
made an effort to smile, 
even letting me hug her in front of her freinds. 

It brought me back to a time now long past, 
when all I wanted was to understand, 
the bterayal of my own heart, 
at the crooked hands of those I thought I could trust, 
and never recieving, 
even a kind word, 
or understanding, 
as if the universe, 
had turned its back on me, 
with crooked fingers pointing out, 
my misfortune. 

In her tears there were a thousand questions, 
most of which, 
I could not answer, 
to her staisfaction, 
and in that moment, 
I would have tried anything, 
to help, 
even to take her tears into my own eyes, 
so she would smile again. 

T. S. Deary 
2/9/24