I thought I had enough
wad on my hands to comfort
Sufficient salinity in eyes
For a crying duet
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you may think they have dried, but the tears never quite stop....grief takes many forms, it simply waits to pounce...I really like this piece, it's quite unnerving.
The rationale in the first stanza, so well presented, fell apart with 'Till you touched me' (the magical line) that knows no bounds. Excellent writing! Karin Anderson