Those Of Them That Run Down Cheeks

Those of them that run down cheeks,
Hold my hand for company.
Palms wet and heart wrenched;
This cloud has no silver lining.

You were something of a dream,
The kind that keeps me awake,
Tossing and turning,
Just as you would have been.

Those who say that fate has reason,
Are deaf to the pleas of the heart
That aches as it cries out in hope,
In hope that good things will last.

You were something of a memory,
Of past, present and future.
Tense rope tightened
Too thin to walk.

Those of them that run down cheeks
Kiss my lips as if to say
The rain would come some other day,
As the sun calls you out to play.

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