teardrop

artwork by phil burns

Click here to hear the poet read his words:



teardrop

just a teardrop
I think
and I’ve seen you cry
before
quite often

then I realise that
this one is different
it touches me
it hurts me

is it because I see
the moonlight
sparkling
against your too pale cheek
or is it
that it is
so solitary

no
it’s just a teardrop
I think
and I’ve seen you cry
before

too often

Unknown's avatar

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random. So, nobody’s perfect.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply