The sun cascades through the leaves above

As tears dam in your eyes then burst down your reddened cheeks.

I have so many questions

And only you have the answers

But in my finite wisdom

I hesitate to speak

I hesitate to act

Instead watching like a fool

As your soul pours out from your eyes

And elegantly traces the soft curve of your jawline

Dripping down into your hands

And spilling through your fingers

To the earth below.

In a not-so-twisted sense

Your quiet sobs are beautiful.

Just raw emotion

So rarely shown

And I

And I alone

Get to witness such beauty

The beauty of sadness.