By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com
Date: 14 June 1999

tears

The tears on my cheek are quite real
so moved am I at the mere thought of the anguish
you have hinted at so fleetingly
before returning behind the veil of this web
and that same fabric that could hold us together
I too could hide behind now
not wanting to expose myself 
to risk more hurt like this

self-absorption helps take the edge off this knife
I am wounded with
Telling me you have someone else to comfort you
Telling me you have others whom you trust
Whispering in my ears that I have been rendered irrelevant
    that these tears don't even matter
        because you cannot see them with your own eyes
    that maybe you don't want to see them
or know of them
            and because these words 
or any words
            are not real, but only symbols of what I do
    of who I am
        of who you will never see
of what you do not know
of how moved I am by merely the thought of you

            tears not an expression of pathos
but of the very real pain
of empathy unknown
by the one person in this universe
    for whom these tears have come

6/14/99