They say tears are words the heart can’t express 

But why must something so beautiful - an act more intimate than a brush of lips 

Be so pathetic 

So shameful 

Why can’t I keep them from falling 

Why can’t I be strong 

Why am I 

Soft 

Not soft as a feather 

Or the tender graze of a newborn’s fingertips to yours 

Or as soft and compassionate as the feelings you so desperately wish to verbalize 

If the gateway to your soul rains above your quaking lap 

The feelings can never come out 

Can never be understood 

Can never find their way out 

If you’re a pathetic shameful mess 

You can’t express the thoughts you wish to convey 

To whisper into one’s ear 

You can’t be of solace 

If tears fall