Dry

You come closer,

Slowly and unnoticed,

While am closed in pain,

You silently stand behind me.

Blowing air coolly,

Onto my cheeks,

Drying up the pain,

Even before they run down!

So that the stories can be re-told,

Claiming blameless joys,

Since there were no tears,

That there was no pain.

But like a thief,

You stole my tears,
leaving me dry!