Tearless

A friend and kindred soul is a wonderful poet.
Sometimes she writes something so simple yet so
profound that I cannot stop reading it. Sometimes
she will write something that finds a place in me
that I would rather keep hidden. Let's call her
Pandora, my gifted friend and poet. Read on and
tell me what your thoughts are.

Tearless

You slid from me
as the sun
fades fast
to lapis;
but my flesh
held fast
to its secrets.

Though my eyes
are arid,
I've found
that sometimes
we cry
in our own
ways.