Joseph Cross

Rookie (11-27-1991 / Harlan, KY)

Alabaster Tears - Poem by Joseph Cross

Twas one year ago
More or less by a day
I stepped in through the door.

There she stood alone,
A statue of beauty fair
A tear slowly made it’s way

Down her alabaster skin.
Her eyes were red
From holding back

Flood waters in a dam
Of will power. Her hands
Soft as white roses

Held her face
For a moment’s time
I slowly stepped forward.

I touched her hair,
Wiped off a tear,
And gazed into her eyes.

“All is well, ” I said.
“I’ll stay as long
As you may ask of me.

“Just leave.” she said,
Like everyone else
Has left me in time.”

And yet I stayed
Without a word,
an hour at her side.

She questioned not
My humble act
But sat in peace,

No longer alone,
But still incomplete.
And so I asked.

“What can be done
By any man,
to heal your broken spirit? ”

“Love me! ” she cried
And fell on knees,
Begging at my feet.

I did reply,
“My love was yours
from the moment

When I came
and joined you here
to comfort you a while.”

One last tear fell,
Down to meet the corner
Of her alabaster smile.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, August 23, 2010

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