her tears

her heart beating next to mine, my chest welcoming her rhyme.

i wondered if i was hers, or if she was mine this time.

her words echoing in my heart, echoing in my ears,

i felt as if they would reverberate through my years.

"i wonder if you ever felt for me?" i gently exclaimed,

"must i never feel the touch of your flesh?" inside me remained.

she excused herself as the clock hung itself, i guess for a moment,

by the time she came back, i saw a blossoming tree of torment.

i looked at her arching back, when in grace she flew,

wondering if anything i could say, would stop such wind as it blew.

i embalmed her tears, by night i quenched my thirst,

i had a drink and then another, i doubt i was the first.

i promised myself i'd shower her in drops of love, so she wouldn't get sick,

though perhaps i had a bitter taste in her mouth, when that clock began to tick.

i knew she'd be gone, i only wish she swept me away,

a saint such as she, even the rebel in me would obey.

her words echoed, and still do in my heart and ears,

i feel as if they will reverberate through my years.

but now that she's lost her throat, i still stitch her notes,

never did i think she would be just another anecdote.