Sunday, February 1, 2009

tears roll down my cheek as i reread the sadness in your eyes.
the hurt you experienced, the things i said and did that made your world crumble down
the tears roll down your eyes as you remember the past. the parties and the fights.
the tears have seen red and white, night and day, quiet and loud.
the tears have seen laughter and shouts, but the tears have left their ducts for the last time.
the tears will come out no more from laughter in the kitchen, the tears will come out no more from tickle fights and movies on the couch
the tears will see no more lonely nights waiting or early morning goodbyes.
the emptiness of the apartment will haunt us both
but the promise of a new day is strong like carol ann duffy's onion
the scent that clings to the knife,
the knife I used to stab your heart
has been washed with tears and is in the drawer.