Last Tears

The sting of loves tears
which didn't fall until she was gone
back to the place where they were buried
and even now whose freshness would grow stale
except for the moments as familiar as the taste
of these last tears...

I have stretched for as long as possible
her hair is a river whose source is too deep,
too wide, and too thick to mark
I have walked naked & barefoot down streets
full of potholes being tarred over,
but there is never enough
to cover the places I have to go to find the space
as familiar as the taste
of these last tears...

I acend from this stagnant plateau to a place
where forgotten experience waits
with memories of what was and what was to be
and call for respite from distractions below
soul searching to forego sure descent
to lose the place as familiar
as the taste of these last tears...