To Entreat For Help. Poem by C.D. Xiang

I hanker
for you
to help me
find
this
tear
being lost
in
that ocean
near that
bridge the
one he last, I
cried when
we donned
up for the
band and looked
like
condesceding winners
the night he
sang to me
held me
close and his
warm breath
low in my ear
was a newly wrapped
box of chocolates
and we were ten again
I want
the tear
back that drifted
down his face
onto
my lips onto
his
finger the first one
that plashed into the
bay
followed by
the others and the
kisses and the
rainstorm it was the
loveliest rainstorm
and we were the only
ones who kept on
kept on dancing
we were the only
ones years later we
danced when he came
home after a long
day
excited exhausted
and i couldn't remember
my name (except that
it ended with his)
but i could remember
still how his mom
was so groggy in the recovery
room and how her eyes
looked into mine
from a space
called forever
I'd never seen eyes like hers
before
and he looks at
me listens to me he's been
listening all day making
music all his life
laughter and warm kisses all ours
he still takes the time to hold
my hand and laugh and boss me
around i ask him, too if
he forgets it
was the tear
that preceded
the roar when he lost
his mother
the tear that preceded the
fire
my tightened chest
which couldn't hold any more
emotion or air
so tight from all the
living loving I want to
find that tear it
sparkled like a
diamond his
love our life.