I called you today
As I do when I'm grieving
You didn't pick up the phone
Your robotic voicemail
Brought me more tears
Because you're not there
You reach for me
Here I am
I reach for you
I grope in darkness
Your tears are soaked up
By my chest as I hold you
My heart takes them in
Transforms them
Into diamonds
For you
I give them back to you
With comfort
With love
With beautiful words
I heal you
But
My tears fall through empty air
Hit the hard floor below
Nothing to catch them
Nothing to transform them
Into something more
Beautiful and valuable
Then they were before
I've begun collecting
Your tear-shaped diamonds
I haven't been giving them back
Like I'm supposed to
My heart transforms them
Into something more than they were
But I keep them
And crush them to dust
In fists of bitter heartbreak
I mix that diamond dust
Into a paste
A salve
An ointment
I try to use it to treat my wounds
That your absence has inflicted
But it infects them
They fester with sickness
My blood runs black
With a cancer
With death
Your diamond tears
Are killing me
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
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