Silent Tears

July 27, 2009
By Kate Sandvik BRONZE, Vadnais Heights, Minnesota
Kate Sandvik BRONZE, Vadnais Heights, Minnesota
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Tears drip down my cheeks,
I don't make a sound.
My eyes begin to burn,
My heart begins to pound.

From the sound of your sweet laughter,
To the look of your beautiful smile,
I remember these things,
They make me cry for a while.

I cry when I am all alone.
No reason to be ashamed,
No reason to hide my face.
I cry in my own space.

The memories come back,
The sadness comes back too.
The tears sprout in my eyes,
They roll down for you.


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem after the devestating losses of two of my friends due to cancer.

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