Tears

It seeps through me, 

the sadness, 

like water on lined paper. 

The lines blur, 

just a trace. 

In time the blue fades,

I watch it in wonder. 

As I run my fingers across, 

an unknown line is crossed. 

Acknowledgement, I suppose. 

Slowly the paper grows texture, 

Moss like, 

Then,

with a slight give, 

crumbling. 

In its place, 

a hole.  

Mimicking, 

my fragile heart.