Crying alone is the protocol
for comportment keeps
the standard standard.
Some things are better
if you feel them alone,
so everyone can go on
being a happy drone
Tears are silent for a solitary reason
So he does not have to know or ask
“how can comfort be from me to you?”
Sobs’ wind ends with pillows softness
for a solitary reason,
so he does not have to know or ask
“what troubles my love this night”
And when weeping complete,
the colors of my face I replace.
With an academy award are given
greetings of the morn.
Over coffee and the newspapers
we share the printed word
“Oh my, how terrible,
have you heard…..?”