Holding back the tears of
a lifetime
a wife time.
What gave you the right to pick my heart?
Hold it, caress it
like a gentle flower
Breathe it in…
Then toss it away in the next hour?
The salty spray floods
down my face,
my bosom,
my torso.
I am not the character in the fairy tale
who gets younger as she cries copious tears…
I do not get younger and have the wrinkles
fall away with my tears.
I simply remain.
Invisible.
