No one can hear tears
they press and release
press and release
flooding cheekbones
in a quiet respite.
Only her sobs alert me.
©️ Scott F Savage 4/2022
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Tag: tears
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Silent Tears
Posted at 11:11 am , on April 8, 2022
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I Miss You
Posted at 10:53 am , on November 20, 2021
I wonder about the hours
reaching into night.
I think about the full moon
and always hope you are nearby,
I can sense your shadow.
I went to a play last night.
it wasn’t yours to see.
I still looked for you
everywhere I could.
I knew where to find you,
and would only discover no one
in your place.
I drove along the highway in my life.
I went to our spot
hoping you might be there
knowing you wouldn’t be,
but I waited.
I woke this morning in tears.
I don’t know really
an answer,
how long may I drive holding on in tears.
I don’t want to anymore.
I am afraid of what I will do
when tears come no more.
©️Scott F Savage 11/2021
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He Lives Alone
Posted at 1:27 am , on September 7, 2021
His tears are his own,
improbably,
there really isn’t a pattern
except the most obvious
except he is so obvious,
you know the sort of person he is,
predictable,
the sort of guy who defines himself
long before anyone else cares anymore.
He lives alone
in this quiet world of anxiety
always on,
always trying to be on
always his chance to breathe is limited,
actions of his own,
can’t seem to disown
all the fears that raised his demeanor,
the skin on his body always edgy.
He’s trying to survive in his own skin,
yet every chance he gets,
his tears seem to steer
his path.
© Scott F Savage 9/2021
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These Tears We Know
Posted at 9:52 pm , on August 16, 2021
When they do come, he could never predict
a shower of emotion, while only sitting still.
Somewhere out in our mystique lays an edict
upon that harmony does play a heart at will.
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Would he if could find a reasonable cause
losing a dry eye in the name of sensitivity
she held his heart, her soul in him hers was
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There in the silence of night would we forget
There in the silence of night would we forget
Lovers forgotten in the midst of a fearful gasp
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We wanted so badly somehow to figure out why
Maybe he did, maybe she … well certainly he
could feel the beauty this chemistry have a cry
for when the good bye came he managed to be.
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There in the silence of night would we forget
There in the silence of night would we forget
Lovers forgotten in the midst of a fearful gasp
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He struggles to understand a shower is beauty
the Grace of God bless our lives in celebration
A violin concerto in the background has plenty
of memory brought into our lives this absolution
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Lovers forgotten in the midst of a fearful gasp
Then in the silence of night could we forget.
© Scott F Savage 8/2021
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was that the moment?
Posted at 12:10 am , on July 14, 2021
© Scott F Savage 7/2021
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Would That Sadness Measure
Posted at 4:18 pm , on May 29, 2021
If we might
without the normal rules that apply
oh that judgement
that scrutiny
a bald-faced lie
or even maybe
misperception.
When would you might look me in the eye
could you really see
or is there a measure
beyond our normal ability to share compassion
when one is feeling
a strong breeze shifting planes of emotion,
traveling away from where we are
want to be,
felt we could or had been or knew
when once there was an electrifying
pandemonium
of love and passion and unbridled
sensuality
suddenly today these tears,
those images we all try to hide away
this flood of drowning sorrows
becomes some measurable albatross
forever standing in the way.
© Scott F Savage 5/2021
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When then the rains …
Posted at 9:08 am , on May 27, 2021
When then the rains will awaken my mourning
though it be that day,
no sunlight yet the haze of some rise
within the dampening skies would relent.
When then the rains could remind of her sweet smile,
in the cover of our shelters did we cry
much like the fallen mist of wonder
our confusion would always rest nearby.
When then the rains will now always a memory
of fragrant lips do touch one another
in the soul where our heart might sing
soft, a melody that shares the passion of the night.
When then the rains do let me imagine you
wherever you might land a solace in peace.
© Scott F Savage 5/2021
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We Talked of Forever
Posted at 9:05 pm , on September 18, 2020
This surgeon did word make a plea
said would discover render incision
took apart coupled satisfaction.
This ‘burn’ then we called a battlefield
when life has been bound without yield,
a decisive time,
spice sweet thyme
would wander wild regret
we did our lives ever begin
now soft is the mellow
swift afterward
tears again.
©️ Scott F Savage
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Escaping A Dream
Posted at 3:48 am , on July 13, 2020
Last night I felt you in my dream,
like walking along a sidewalk,
we each held an end of a box
holding memories,
and while we looked away we could
keep an even pace,
but in as dreams will do
the moments we might find each other’s eyes,
we did notice tears,
we could stumble,
we could feel the anxiety
in our vertigo,
we always wished might stay away,
so the lovely reminders
could carry our hearts away.
© Scott F Savage 7/2020
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‘daddy where are you’
Posted at 12:06 pm , on March 4, 2020
scattered toys
broken spells
ironic
how lives remain
long after the years
have
claimed childhood.
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I awoke to her voice
an empty room
filled with memory
the sounds of only
a yesterday
a mother and father
might remember.
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there lives a distant dream
now no longer surface
the crevice of a wood floor
deeply rooted
with the sounds we love
to replay in mind
know exact moments.
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this was a new experience
in a child’s eye, like in a dream
©️ Scott F Savage 3/2020
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