His Tears


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I wish mine would stop. What I don’t yet know is
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀how. Do his?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His composure’s changed. That’s what smears
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀do. His tears
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀must dry differently than mine. Like, why waste
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his? Tears taste
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀worse to me each time my reasons get retraced.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀But of all we shared closely, one thing left untried
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀will be left unknown: I wasn’t there when he cried.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀How do his tears taste?

 


 
 

by sara with maggie and cyn

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