I let a gentle tear fall,

Maybe a few

As the scattered

Filaments of my heart

Crowd together

At the mere thought of you.

 

I read your words

And they touch me,

As your words have

So many times before

 

Healing slowly,

This mummified core

Of a long dead heart

Sworn to love no more.

 

Silently, I wonder

What is it you see?

That keeps you here

Making you love me.

 

Thinking of you

As the days go by

Filled with a love

In which I can always confide.

 

Gentle Tear

Copyright 2001

By Jeff Benda

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