Drops

There is no umbrella

to shade from the rain in the heart,

the pains and stains of tears

showered during storms from lips.

 

Wrapped in the towel

given by the one met

who came along

and gave love’s cloth

as a way to dry

water that flowed from the eyes,

but in the times of smiles

those moments that helped

take away the past hurts,

sometimes the ghosts come

who bring their torture devices

by flashbacks that sting again,

all you can do is close the eyes

until the drops in the mind,

each image of suffering

squeezed into that reflection

finally evaporates from recalling

someone is there hold and care

through the seizures in recollections.

While doing the best to hold on to that thought

when alone in the long afternoons of echoing sobs.