Easy Tears

The heartbreak of simple music and remembrance
makes tears come like rain from nothing
and the life we had has left us empty,
passing days into the paper of our diaries.

Give us magic, blank machines of comfort,
lose loss as trees go round the seasons,
leafless in our middle age to spring long passed
and all the tears and joy of being five again.

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