Rain Or Tears
                            
Cold water,
sky-tears falling,
mingling with the hot, salty ones
flowing down my cheeks,
pieces of heart,
lots of you,
being carried away
in their rush to the ground.
Was it today,
or yesterday;
a month ago,
last year?
When doesn't matter,
why…does;
cold shoulder -
I've seen it before,
in others,
never thought
it'd happen to me.
Rain stopped,
tears still there,
today,
tomorrow,
don't know when
they'll quit;
rivulets forming
on the ground,
rain, or tears…
tears,
washing you away.

w. james beard, jr.
© August 2001

not me, my friends...