Causality is vague

as fog melting

but the stimulating

memory or event

causes a teardrop

to melt down

the face.


In public, the eyes

water, warning comes

as a burning sent

from singular pain

born of living too close

to your life.


You know the moment

when a teardrop

is forming, and usually

why: a long ago moment

taken that should

have been yours.


Death becomes teardrops

at the bedside. Before

the death bed, during

the decline, no clue what

to say or feel.







Author's Notes/Comments: 

for Shahida Danier, my daughter

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