Dry Tears

I cry dry tears
alright tears
tears that hide in the light tears.

Absent tears
ones that leave no track
no trace
no need for an embrace
that comforts their fall.

They shy away,
wait for closed doors
a bath drawn
a quiet place too loud
for anyone to hear.

In moments alone
stolen times beneath sheets
of words of war
I let them come, beaten dumb,
I let them come,
free flowing and unashamed.

I let them be
when no one else can see me,
these salted releases
leave me less in pieces so I can shy them away
when eyes turn to looking.