A Solitary Tear

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A Solitary Tear
by Austin Fleming
Do you feel the tear I see
move slowly down a crevice
worn by grief
upon your cheek?

Now it stops,
too tired to move on,
one sorrowed drop welled up
from springs of empty ache,

a solitary tear
slowed, stalled,
no place to go,
no sweet hand to wipe away

the dew that slowly seeps
from deep inside
where pain pools
and spills

your hidden secret:
a parched heart's thirst
for a sip
of love now lost.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

True love is never lost. Sometimes it just hides deep in our hearts... but it is always there for us to find one day, either here or in heaven.
What a touching and beautiful poem, concordpastor.