Silently he sits crying

not yet a single tear.

Pain swells and fills up

the empty space inside.

His eyes glisten

but not a drop

to heal the wounds so

deep

way down in his soul.

Thinking things so far away

through glazed eyes

in his mind he wanders

off

to places in his heart;

where nobody’s been

and tears don’t fall.

Where the cutting tongues of

loves

haven’t yet sliced.

Quietly he lights

a cigarette and listens

to the sound of a teardrop

fall

on an untouched place.

He feels the hurt

of the rain

which flows freely now

and

once again he feels.

geoff 2:00am 11/8/86