Your black mascara

They fall unannounced
uncalled
unfiltered
I’ve seen them all
as I spread too thin for her
like an overused umbrella
I’ve seen her emotional plethora
her pain
her fears
her desperate prayers
the darkness in her soul
colors reflecting
in her black kohl.

I tell her…

“Que sera sera
whatever will be, will be
I though, will be with you
every time
through every era.”

Yours truly,
Your black mascara.

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