One Dry Tear Poem by James McLain

'Love' thinking of the loves of the past,
All the loves which didn't bare too ripe fruition.
All my loves of yesterday,
I wonder where they are Au revoir, today,
the moments that we divided.
words affectionate, who is left to bear them now.
I think of those which slipped below, above, the moon.
Near and far.
By the ocean I hear waves here come sit by me
and I wonder,
One that never speaks I hear your name the
foam and spray.
Here and nearest once too me and once they came
but now are gone,
like the wood upon the sand, you sat among.
I that life you know continues,
But I always knew you were a windy driven being,
are you happier there without me?
Wonder clouds below,
between each top it understands.
And if we ever meet again still,
could passion be the sun that burned my eyes?
Old fires would they start to burn?
Could the affectionate thoughts return to turn again
the wheels of time forever their my love.
Or are the unexpressed drops of rain that fell to earth
else where.
One dry tear of what may have been.
Observing all the children, being a wife,
to me that mother?
I'm that matrix you once mounded,
Anything once possible, can never change the past,
that made the now, tomorrow's here.
But I always if it were I that sentient being,
with torn off wings how we once soared above the rest.
Just one dry tear a stain upon your pillow that you
weep of what now was then and may have been.