Caring has its own true and simple magic.
Overflowing with the surprising release
Of pent up tension, strain, and disgrace
In your hidden corners of thoughts and heart
When you try to help another’s tears
Fall softer.
Yet there are still other tears
I turn away from.
Right or wrong, that is cold.
I just won’t fake hoping.
I have turned away from
Smiles, too.
Which is strange, and one of the many
Things I just don’t understand.
I know a few things.
And I see them stretch far into Time.
Endless truths, tumbling in the night.
I wish I could make things
Good.
