Teach me how to cry for I think I’ve forgotten how,
I feel emptiness, I feel pain, but no tears would come out now
Have I been so used to people telling me goodbye,
So now my eyes remain dry no matter how hard I try.
I miss the salty dewdrop trickling down my face,
Brought about by memories I can never erase,
I’m afraid I’d start forgetting how to feel,
That I’ll turn into a stone and my heart into a steel.
Before that happens won’t you please say a word,
Tell me how you think this story will unfold,
Will I be healed or is my fate sealed?
When will my destiny be revealed?
For the meantime, I’ll be staring at your picture,
Before everything else becomes unsure
Hoping for even a spark of inspiration,
Awaiting even just a brief conversation…
(C) Joan Miranda