Water is always weightier than expected.
Especially tears with all that they carry.
She tried to walk with them
But her body said they were too heavy.
She had to drop them on a cold bench
Under a freezing blue sky.
They brought her head down as they fell and
Stained her red jacket sleeves.
They aren’t as heavy once they leave.
She stood up and walked away quickly,
As if she could forget the tears with distance.
But her heart is as stained as her jacket,
And it needs time in the sun to dry.
Look Down, Be Here 