No-one likes to see tears, that

Liquid form of human distress,

Yet human life being what it is

They render make-up a mess

 

I'd never observed you weep

Your trusting eyes always dry,

Till catching me with Matilda

Made you break down and cry

 

Tears clear the air like a purifier

Provoking a quantum of sympathy

From anyone that can summon

A minimum degree of empathy

 

Should tears elicit no response

Worse, no effort at consolation,

It bodes ill for any relationship,

Maybe an augury of desolation

 

On your silly descent into tears

We chatted rationally for hours,

And as its better to end things

I'll be sending you some flowers

 

Tears clear the air like a purifier

Provoking a quantum of sympathy

From anyone that can summon

A minimum degree of empathy