Wet eyes
First before the second before the third,
all the things that you have already heard.
All the things your mind and eyes have seen,
all the places in life and dreams you have been.
Hearts left to the downpour of the eyes rain,
stretching and slowing a moment to flex and strain.
Depressively sinking to a mind hidden and alone,
quietly sitting, softly, silently, deeply you moan.
Nothing prepares you for a love damaged and scorned,
nothing prepares you for losing the one mourned.
First before the second before the third,
eyes raining, something to ourselves we incurred.