Unwritten

I cannot write my tears,

they can only be felt.

Falling past a cheekbone. . . . the immensity

of her burdens can't be written.

I cannot write my tears,

they can only be felt.

Somberly, from beneath her chin,

A heart is crying.

Crying for care,

Crying to care,

Trying to care;

about all that is important

Yet, she dwells on the unimportant.

She cannot write her tears,

She can only feel her fears, creeping through

the shadows of an anxious night.

Her tears cannot be written,

only felt.

-CL