The Tear in the Corner of My Eye.
by Ariel Wood
Tears have always come easily to me,
yet you have never seen me cry.
The tip of my finger
holds back the tear that is threatening
to roll over the corner of my eye.
Looking into your eyes does not help…
but I do not wish to look away.
A green that is both natural and fantastic
bleeds into a deep navy that holds it
still and finite.
Repeated words and decisions…
I nod and assent yet am confused
as to why you are saying these things
as if they are fresh to the air between us.
Was it something i said
that made you believe
I needed to be reminded
of our coming conclusion?
Do I seem too calm, too content,
as if our future appears to me as our past.
Has my brave face fooled you
even as it has failed to fool myself? . . .
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