Next Act

You begin with slender tears unaware.
Unaware of the fate of the next act.
As you improve each day
As the facts and truth dawn
They become so fat they
Dawdle down your cheek
And are bitterly unbidden.

Do you remember how they tasted
When you could wipe them in the moments
Of the joys of the past unhidden?

This act is unchartered and underprepared
For you my friend... and I hope your tears will
Trickle sweetly and thin again as following the maps
Becomes the thing only you can dare to do.

We will speak of things with our eyes
As we did like children mere days ago.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-10-02 at 22:38

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Perfectly said, Linda. A tragedy doesn't end everything. Life goes on, but it does so very slowly. There's no use in trying to rush away.
2011-10-08