The rain falls
But it’s not really rain
And not really tears
liquid painful feelings
that we secrete
they’re gone now
Tears meant to be cried
Never taste so sour
and so sweet
When tears have no meaning
When they roll down your face
And you don’t know why
There is a story waiting to be told
A single tear falls down my face
I ask her
She never knows what to say
“Nothing”– she says
“They just told me to go and I did”
I carry on
Clean my face and I forget about her existence
Some fluid that forgot time and place
Or did she? Does she know of pain that I do not know?
That my brain has suppressed and blocked.
Maybe. And maybe my brain needs to make me cry for no apparent reason
From time to time
When I’m unbalanced
Being unbalanced is a reason
But why does it happen when I’m not?
When the breeze is cool and the sun is hot
What memory came up that I cannot see?
What is my brain hiding from me?