The Communication of Tears
A smiley face, slipped as easily as a comma between words,
Fingers not even having to think, as the shift zero hurls
Onto the page, punctuating thought, giving your own smile
Life, the two actions without hesitation or guile.
But how the fingers slow when it gets a little deeper,
No easy fix for this, searching for the keeper
To the words that may alleviate the sharp taste
Of misunderstanding now needing to be faced.
But if a hurled line of text punctures through
the screen, and the drips of the blood it drew
Drip hotly down your cheeks, what words can
Mend what this exchange of emotion began?
To emote, to write in black and white.....
“I'm Crying” what unfair soundless flight
Of an arrow could be more cruelly keen?
With no shield ready to raise between?
But gagged, and tied, what tears could be more
Lonely than these? What words can restore
The easy flow of friendship and yet
Provide for your own needs being met?
None. No words, no strangled intentions,
No pandering to the conventions
That the little smileys can forestall,
There are no words to say it, none at all.