Friday, June 10, 2011

Until the Last Teardrop Falls by Janet Elliott Brown

I can't remember when I last cried. I'm sure it has been years. I used to cry when I was hurt, so I stopped hurting. I used to cry when I was happy. But it's been a long time since I felt any resemblance of emotion of any kind.

When did the last teardrop fall? I wish I could recall what it felt like as it slid from my eye and rolled down my cheek and dripped off my chin. I think it probably felt like silk on my skin. I'm sure when it landed it left a splash on the paper. The spot where it dried was probably crinkled and wrinkled, but the actual tear had just disappeared. What a sad fate for an emotional release. To just disappear with no fanfare or wave of the hand.

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