unrequited_tears pete i can feel them forming as i do my morning routine. they come with a profound feeling of pure sadness, unimcumbered by bitterness or angst. usually sometime between the current and cross country canada, during the mid morning report on cbc radio one. sometime between my shower and me putting on pants (i live alone so i walk around with the towel around my waste until after breakfast, its more comfortable i find). the tears want to fall. they can't. my face isn't pure enough for their sadness. they call out and wish to streak down my face, they wish to be the late summer leaves. let me read you a story, just give me a chance. a story of two people, a forest, a walking dance. writing it soothed the tears, eased the sadness that came after lunch. it articulated what couldn't be. it spoke without thought. before bed it strikes, usually during my nightly reading time. sometimes it is fiction, sometimes nonfiction. these unrequited tears touch me like a dream long lost amid my vivid, remembered ones that dominate my mind so much.. 040512 ... love & hate that flow down my cheeks every night i am alone. The tears that mean nothing to anyone, especially to her. They are wasted tears but i cant stop them as the pain is too strong for me to handle, i am breaking, breaking down to nothing. 040513 ... minnesota_chris Your tears should count for something, to someone, shouldn't they? But they never do. They are as free as the rain. 040516 what's it to you? who go blather from