dried up

Just when I think
All my tears
Are dried
I have no more to give
One escapes
And then another
And another.
Following the leader
Down the slope
And racing into valleys.
The deluge continues
Until my face is slick
And shiny.
Tears drip from my chin
Or if I’m lying down
They run into my ears
Tickling
But not in a funny way.
The single tissue I pulled
Now a sodden ball.
I could use the whole box
Transforming each soft square
Into a salty lump.
My throat aches from trying to hold it in
And I wonder
How ugly my face has become.
Distorted
And splotched with red.
My eyes feel puffy
And squinched
So I splash cold water
On my swollen facade
Hoping to wash
This semblance of sorrow
Down the drain.