Just My Poems

#186 Contemporary Taste buds

I've always been told
And so have always thought
That the tears which stream down
Our face were always salty

When I saw you for
The last time at the airport
No doubt I was filled
With buckets of raw blue sorrow

And so I cried
And my tears were sweet
As the joy and hope
That we'd meet again
Streams down my face

Honey,
See you soon