For Bjorn’s prompt at dVerse Poets Pub – Proesy. I don’t know if I did this correctly. I don’t do fictional prose but I tried. I don’t know if I care for this fictional form.
Too Many Tears
“Hey! If we can solve any problem, why do we lose so many tears” – Paul Young, Everytime you go away
You set off to parts unknown to charm us. You gave us yourself in limited doses. We traveled behind you and laughed, were horrified, were sobered to tears or shook our heads at our own foibles.
We do not know what you heard – what called you to your death. When far away an interrupted cry spoke to you out of the darkness and in its stopping, starting, stopping and starting again it finally called your name. We cannot know the sobs felt only in your chest or puzzles in your brain or the grief felt only in your soul. we knew your smile, your laughter, your wise words, your compassion. But did we really know you? We only know we heard your silence as you hung there quiet and aloof. We only knew the end of the story – the big surprise of the year.
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