Did You Not See The Tears? Poem by Amy Hurst

Did you not see the tears,
that ran down my cheak,
ran off my chin,
And onto my old sweater.

Did you not see my eyes,
that told you to stop,
that begged you to stay,
And make things get better.

Did you not see my heart,
that broke into two,
now bitter and cold,
With no pain killer to swallow.

Did you not see me,
standing outside your door,
drenched in the rain,
And lost in the sorrow.

Did you not see the photos,
that sat on your shelf,
coverd in dust,
from those many years.

Did you not see Yourself,
looking back in the mirror,
just answer my question,
Did you not see the tears?