There is too much pain
To write a poem,
A prose
A single line.
My tears fall like crystal gems
But it is anything but pretty.
The sobs build in my throat
But I refuse to release them.
Abandonment is bitter,
But expectation and failure is far worse.
I wonder every day
What could have happened?
And what can I do,
To make it right?
I will sit and wonder this
Until my heart turns to stone
And my body calcifies
Under the constant drip of my mineral tears.
One day, perhaps
This will only be a memory.
But I wonder if I will ever recover
From the trauma
Of disappointing those whom I love.