Tears
By Peter Scott
A pool
Extending its boundaries every second
Tears cry to leave
Dropping
Merging into the expansive pool
At the introduction of old memories
They race down the cheeks deftly
Chosen to be heard again
Forcing liquid to the eye
Tormenting me subtly
Brings a shared collection
To the pool
No one can see
It rests an inch off the surface
Which sorrows the grass
Goes unnoticed
All except for one.
