Evidence

Break down the dam behind your eyes.
Let the flood of tears
wash over your carefully constructed face.
Let them find
every crevice, dimple, opening.
Watch, with your reddening eyes
as the drops slowly fall
and land on your floral sheets
with a hint of black mascara,
leaving a small stain.
The itch works its way around your cheeks,
your eyes have gotten puffy,
you search for a tissue
to wipe your running nose.

Wait –
don’t wipe them just yet.
Don’t clean up the evidence.

This is the proof,
the undeniable truth
of love.





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