Tuesday, December 27, 2016

this will pass, maybe

let's not call them tears
today, dear heart,
not crying,
not sobbing,
no.
let's just say it's bad
weather.
a small storm
that will pass.
i'll help you, hand
you a tissue,
put my arm around you.
i'll listen,
i'll say things like
don't worry,
things will get better,
you'll see,
though I won't believe
a word
of what i'm saying.

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