In his tears

He looks to the ground in a chair of metal,
as I see his tears form I am lost as to why.
So happy he seems to be yet as he sits alone I wonder,
not truly understanding what is going through his mind.
Old beyond my comprehension and understanding,
in his tears I feel the brokenness left behind his heart.
For days I have watched from a distance trying to see,
why this man cries in the same place each day.
Picture painted in blood as I write what I find,
I see the pain and feel the light leave his eyes.
Under a tree so alive in the dusk so beautiful,
crying from eyes I am not sure can still see.
Leaves fall to the ground as November comes to an end,
resting snowflakes landing on his body as he cries again.
I wait so far away it seems just trying to figure this out,
dropping something to the ground as his life passes away.
Approaching his lifeless shell I come to find what is in his tears,
love set in a picture left on the ground.
Never knowing anything before I felt his tears,
a picture of us in my hands in a realm beyond our time.
Life understood now in the eyes crying for Love,
years spent as one just waiting to start our end....






Johnny Love