childhood

[unburntflame]

small tear drops
insignificant
squeezing out from under my lids
falling down
to my nose
my lips
my chin
then finally coming to rest on my shirt
where they leave little wet patches
my emotion is obvious

you do your best to comfort me
but it’s too late
the damage is done
the tears are showing
I can taste them –
salty delicacies from my eyes
only come
when emotion is felt
deep inside
where they are normally kept dormant

small tear drops
insignificant
living their short life
I’d be one
so I could be borne in your eyes
live down your cheek
and die on your lips
with the last sweet whispered words
of childhood