Tears without Tissues

There are tears here without tissues
and they're getting on the floor.

Do not worry
I will get a mop
and clean them up once more.

There are tears here without tissues
and they've gotten in the sink.

Doesn't seem to
be a problem.
Turn the tap on.
Don't you think?

There are tears here without tissues
they have fallen in the soup.

Don't be bothering
the dinner guests.
They're salty,
so it's moot.

All these tears
through all this time
have kept on getting in the way
of the happiness
we could have had
if you would only stay
focused on the things
that really matter to the us
you said you always wanted
all those yesterdays ago.

There are tears here without tissues
and they've soiled your dress work shirt.

Take it back
and iron another,
there's still time
I won't be curt.

There are tears here without tissues
they have wet my pillowcase.

Not a problem
keep it on your side
they aren't in my space.

There are tears here without tissues
they are running down my breast.

Do not worry
when you shower
they'll go down the drain.
That's best.

All these tears
through all this time.
You never once have seen
that the happiness you wanted
isn't happiness to me.
If you would only focus
on where all those tears come from
there might still be a chance
for you and me.

There are no tears remaining.
It's grown quiet and so cold.

Inspired by the poem House Hunting by S.L. Weisend