Each word is a teardrop
I shed for you
Rivers of aching liquid
that flow from my eyes
into my pen and clot
on the paper
The page is a blank pool
that has absorbed
a still life of pain
Each teardrop
is a witness of
how you are present
in absence
Of how the love
flows out of my eyes
©RoseGirl2018
Rose Girl's World 
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Thank you Ragazza! Nice to meet you and I am following you now.
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