#Quadrille: Toxic Tears
Standing under burgeoning boughs
Air thick with weight of morning rain
I recall your murmurs and marvel how
I still feel your soulful pain.
My tears are toxic, you said
my heart for you did weep.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: This poem is dedicated to a very special person who is going through a trying time. You are in my prayers, always.