john o'connell

Teardrops

Rain falls
on the gelid features
of my face -

running in rivulets
through the hills and dales
and flowing into
the waterway of my heart
to the empty ocean
of your now
ebbed love.

Poem Submitted: Friday, November 5, 2010

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