Tears Falling Softly onto a Pillow

Tears falling softly onto a pillow. Landing with little thuds only heard by the best of listeners. These listeners could hear the beating of anyone’s heart. No matter how deep it was buried in their chest.

Tears falling softly onto the grass outside. Heard only by the bugs. The bugs scurrying away so as to not be drowned in the waterfall that was crashing down upon them.

Tears falling softly onto the pages of an open book. Heard by no one except the people in the book’s pictures. The pictures of people looking at the sky waiting for their Prince Charming.

Tears falling softly onto the snow on the windowsill. Heard by no one except the snow.

Tears falling softly onto the meatloaf that was sitting out on the kitchen counter. Heard by no one except for the meatloaf which really couldn’t hear.

Tears falling softly onto the glasses that were sitting on the dresser. Heard by no one except for the pet fish swimming nearby.

Tears falling softly onto the shoulder of someone’s shirt. Heard by no one except the dead man in the coffin whose shirt was becoming increasingly more wet by the second.

Tears falling softly onto a pillow. Heard only by the few people

who really decided to listen.