There was the faint taste of dried tears upon her cheek
As he gently brushed his lips against her skin
Tears shed silently in the night
Gentle weeping for what he could only guess
He knew her well
And yet at times she was a mystery
There was a silent part of her that he would never understand
That she would never show
But those tears belonged to her
And to her alone
It wasn't his place to disturb them
But simply let them flow
And hold her
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Author:
Bella Shepard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The first line popped into my head for some reason, and seemed a shame to waste. I think maybe we all have a little spot inside that holds something special, be it sad or happy, just for us.
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Good write Bella.
Thank you dear friend!
Wish I could have worked it out (the male role here), Bella.
So thanks for the solution - albeit just slightly late (but not too late).....
Thank you my friend, you're right it's never too late! Always good to see your comments!
Very good words Bella, I am sure that you are right in that we all have that special spot within us, mine is filled with love.
Andy
Thank you dear Andy for this lovely comment, what a wonderful spot it is!
A touching write of sensitivity and care. A tribute to boundaries and love.
Thank you dear friend for such understanding words. Boundaries and love can go hand in hand at times and, to give space when and where space is needed.
a great point, dear Poet
(we learn from too young, an age
'to kiss things better', and yet later
we understand, all that does
is force that person to pretend
all is better, while repressing
their unresolved, feelings and hurt
thus, much better
to vibe and sync, with those
we care about
'knowing them', just like reading a book
once
every time we read it again, something new
becomes clear to us, if it's a book
with meaningful, depth
and
so do the conversations and situations
we share
with those we care, enough
to invest our time and empathy
in)
Such beautiful words of wisdom my dear friend, you truly understand my sentiment. To love completely is to allow and support. Thank you!
Hold her, bit let her tears go. I'll remember that one..
Thank you my friend, what more can we do but hold onto each other through this journey of life.
these words just ran a feather up and down my spine .. and then left me with a lump in my throat .. they are just that darned good ............ Neville
You are the sweetest dear friend, thank you for these kind words.
Such a tender poem, I've cried in silence many times, you really have this perfectly written ❤️
Thank you dear Teddy for your kind words. Sometimes it's the silent tears shed that bring blessed relief.
Something I've learned through my almost 60 years is that we do not need to know every answer, we do not need to fix everything, we just need to be there...and support, console and simply love. Your words speak of this and the gentleness all must possess to be there for others. Wonderful!
Your words are so touching, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Sometimes we must simply "let it be".
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