Drying Eyes Poem by Sarah Persson

So yes, between the days of good,
A few tears still I shed,
I just cant seem to rid the last,
I thought I'd put them all to bed.

I still have thoughts, reminders left,
That show their face at times,
And yes, a tear falls to my heart,
And oh so gently settles there.

I thought the years had softened cries,
Yet once again I'm drying eyes,
The shades of wetness fill old tracks,
And I am clearly still held back.

Perhaps one day my tears will dry,
They almost fool me sometimes,
And then the nightime brings them back,
Filling old familiar cracks.