tears too, die.

Tears too die when nights grow dark and cold,

Each drop a story lost to empty air,

A silent scream that trembles, never told,

A fading echo, gone without a prayer.

They break like waves upon a stony shore,

A whispered grief that drowns in hollow cries,

For all that’s felt and known, they speak no more,

Dissolving truths in unremembered sighs.

In shadows deep, where sorrow finds its bed,

The tears we weep are ghosts of what’s undone,

A thousand wounds that ache but never bled,

They stain the heart like ink beneath the sun.

Yet still they fall, unnoticed and unwise,

For tears, like love, are born to fade and die.

©Bunguswa.