Water

Water and salt and a little bit of dirt

Slides down my face

The salty goodness runs onto my lip

The wet taste of shame and pain

Of desire and longing

Of suppressed emotions

Expressed through a solitary drop

Once gone never returning

For the thought of this hidden action

Being seen by another

The thought of someone

Being able to see past the toothy smile

And read the inner soul

Of that solitary drop

Is frightening

This lonesome tear

Is shed in secret

Between the happy laughter

And the kind words

But as quick as it comes

It disappears

The back of hand:

God's natural eraser

Removing all signs

That something deeper lies within

Behind that toothy grin

There is a lonely soul within

Made up of water, salt and a little bit of dirt

written: January 13th 2012