#2115-Silently

When my tears,

Like spring’s petals fall,

I do not hide,

But seek solace,

In solitude and time.

Attention, compassion, or care,

Feels unnecessary, subjective,

Somewhat abrasive.

So I choose seclusion,

In empty corners far away,

Where tears can drop,

Dry and vanish,

And no one can hear.