Tank of Tears

I see you, blood and flesh
with your tank of tears
as you see me with mine.
Is your spout still dripping
or have you
frozen it shut as I have?

Ready with their greetings
are many who want to watch you
turn the tap to spill your burden.

Time and memory will help you,
or fragrance from the past.
Mere words, when they
remind you of what
you really want,
can open it, making you hurt
and soften.