Tears

Tears By J. R. A. Gigney

His tears run down his face,
Unnoticed as they mingle with the rain.
The tears keep coming,
As he sees his love disappear down the lane.

He turns to hide his face.
The loss running through his mind.
Not believing that it's over,
And why she could be that unkind.

Still the tears come,
They seem to sting his face.
Now there's no one to comfort him,
In this unforgiving place.

He trudges slowly back inside,
His hair sodden from the rain.
He sees no point in carrying on,
Like dying under a train.

He shuts the door behind him,
Goes and slumps down on the bed,
Cries himself to sleep,
Until there's no more going through his head.

The morning brings no comfort,
The pain is still there.
But now the anger starts to burn,
So much he can no longer care...