Dolores

Tears for the unborn
fall without reason,
saturate emotions
a life effervesced.
Tears leave no mark
on the floor
where they are the fallen,
or
in the world in which they fell.

A tissue lies crumpled
and unwanted.
A friend who had
soaked up sadness
in that moment hour.
Now discarded.
As good as dead.

Blue linoleum.
Glass lake mausoleum.
Where tears fallen,
tissue,
torn and tarnished.

How the broken heart pumps complicated.

© swissterrace 2019
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