"Dry Eyes"

The cold chill of winter hit hard
awaiting spring to loosen the tethers
of his goodbye

A tearful, yet soft gaze intrudes
plundering the beauty of a sky
colliding with remembrance of yesterday
and a foreboding tomorrow

Dreams became mere memories
etched bitterly in a novel
placed on a weathered shelf
of his unhappiness

Man-made walls shattered
in that final hour
as he held me
and imprinted his touch
one last time

A perfect love story
faded to failure
A broken man
spoiling the potential
of a perpetual haven of warmth

Promises reeked in stoic fragrance
as he escaped
a million lies
merging into a perfect stranger

A motionless silhouette embraces
midnight's lullaby
haunting in a fierce presence
of one who drifted carelessly away...
with dry eyes