Random Acts of Living
Original poems
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
No Tears
There were no tears
When he died
Not from me
Not for him
I cried
They thought I cried
Bitter tears
That's not true
Not then
Not for years
There was nothing
When he died
Not for me
But for them
I cried
j e billheimer
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