your eyes fill with warm tears.
where is this coming from.
is it the season
changing.
the cool wind full of rain.
is it
the darkness come early?
who knows
any of these things.
but you let it come, you let
them tumble
down
your cheek and wipe them
away
with the back of your hand.
it happens.
and will again, i'm sure.
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