Silent tears climbing down her cheeks

They tickle a little as they sweep across her chin

She sits and listens, She can almost hear them falling

Their touch comforts her

For a moment there is evidence that her emotions are real

But they won't last

Her shirt soaks them up

She can't help but feel she's lost a friend

The tide has come and gone and she stands unchanged

Mabye next time the salty water will wash away more than just the sand

*A poem about mental health