A subtle movement; a sharp glance

A small gesture; an inaudible cry

A hard grunt; a soft sob

The body isn’t the only thing to fall

Tears; so many of them

Beautiful but sad

Lonely yet hopeful

They fall; they cascade; they tumble; they pour

They drip from my cheeks 

As I grab another tissue

They burn my eyes

As I turn the page

I sniff once; I blink twice

I cross my fingers

And send a silent plea 

To the author

Who wrote this book