The hardest tears
are hidden
by poker smiles;
just as
the loudest cry
is concealed
by a smirk.

The toughest goodbyes
are when feet
head
to the doorway,
though the heart
wishes to stay.

For there are moments,
silence
speaks louder than words;

For there are moments,
words
are not enough
for the pain
sustained.

And the harder silence rises,
the deeper it cuts.
The deeper it cuts,
the harder it bleeds.
The harder it bleeds,
the deeper it burns.
The deeper it burns
the harder tears flow. . .

An enormity
often
beyond one’s control,
tears flowing
like those of a river.
And the pain,
raging like currents;
creating havoc
to one’s heart
and soul.

-Revised and reposted-

It’s two-o’clock,
but it seems
like six or seven.
The grayish clouds
are thickening,
and it’s starting
to drizzle.
While an old melody
starts playing,
a very familiar longing
begins unfolding.

And
as the “long,
dark”
and very “lonely night”
is slow approaching,
memories
are fast rewinding.
While silent tears
begin
to fall,
this very lonely heart,
is inevitably missing;
uncontrollably hoping;
and, so undeniably
yearning
anew.