Twin streams
Cascading from your eyes
Disconsolate waters
Gathering pools
Around my feet
Of clay
I quake in fear
That it’s not only they
But the whole of me
Will melt
For I’m not granite
But a façade
That time painted
To protect
Against the weather
My covering
Mere onionskin
Maybe I’m the onion
Multi-layered
Empty at the core
Or filled with void
An uncharted space
That none can fathom
You tried
To unpeel the mystery
Perhaps that is why
You cry
