I Will Take As Many Words As I Want To Write This Story
[b]I Remember the Taste of my Tears[/b]
[i][c=#4C0073]As they languishly ran down my face.
No longer a torrent-I had cried too
Much for them to be that.
But rather a slow resignation that
What is and what was are far different.
I recall another night when they sat lazily
In the water wells of my eyes and refused to flow.
It made the hurt no less valid.
In far younger years I would bury my head in
A pillow and cry. Now I was far from young.
Some hurt was just not worth justifying so
Those tears no never flowed. They were as a solemn
Remembrance of times past-good and bad and existed
To serve notice to those days.
Life is n'er an easy script to follow.
I remember the taste of yours as well.
I wish I didn't have that recollection.
But I do. The sick, salty sweet tang--
The warmness-the last warmness of you I'd feel.
Bitter tasting or bittersweet-tears say so much.
-- (C)2020 Alexis Zinovenko. Posted by Author. All rights reserved.
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[i][c=#4C0073]As they languishly ran down my face.
No longer a torrent-I had cried too
Much for them to be that.
But rather a slow resignation that
What is and what was are far different.
I recall another night when they sat lazily
In the water wells of my eyes and refused to flow.
It made the hurt no less valid.
In far younger years I would bury my head in
A pillow and cry. Now I was far from young.
Some hurt was just not worth justifying so
Those tears no never flowed. They were as a solemn
Remembrance of times past-good and bad and existed
To serve notice to those days.
Life is n'er an easy script to follow.
I remember the taste of yours as well.
I wish I didn't have that recollection.
But I do. The sick, salty sweet tang--
The warmness-the last warmness of you I'd feel.
Bitter tasting or bittersweet-tears say so much.
-- (C)2020 Alexis Zinovenko. Posted by Author. All rights reserved.
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