When you care so very much for another soul

You cry at the drop of a hat when they call

For feelings they stir up in you are rekindled

Then you wonder why it is you feel swindled



Their proclamations of so much innocence

Catch you off guard, and then you sense

All the interpretations you made are false

And yet, the facts you had in hand and pulse

 

Are there - for you do remember them well

When you were told, you did not feel swell

But swept them under rug and bottled it up

Until the day came when stirrings got on top



Then the bottle opens and out pours the tears

And the liquid oozes out between your fears

As then the effervescence you showed others

Gets lost in the stream of pain, so uncovered



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

2:37pm Wed. March 11th, 1998