Why, when it doesn’t matter,
is there a tear,
a welling of our eyes,
we cannot ever
explain with reason
a memory,
what sort of reminder is attached
to a nondescript moment in our lives.
A tear,
a weeping desire to pour out our soul,
hearts might ache,
yet
when are the real actions of loss,
of grief,
abandonment and confusion,
when do those realities
end.
© Scott F Savage 8/2020
Personal Testimony 