Tear

I feel a tear coming on
In grey clouds
That smell of autumn rain,
Crying
And my poem brings disquiet
Into my frayed thoughts
Scattered over the whiteness of imagination.
Sorrow comes with autumn drops
And its smell is hideous
And sticky like resin.
After all, only ache remains
Like a seal impressed
In the middle of the heart,
Quenched with your tear of remorse.
If you should ever come back
Allow me to steal a smile
From your face
And chase away all the sorrows of this world.