I Saw You Crying

I saw you crying
last night
after our lovemaking,
you in your pink pajamas
with the fake fur
at the wrists and ankles
like a standard poodle cut,
your legs dangling off
the high four-poster bed,
you looked like a child
and there were tears
sliding down your face
onto your chin
and into oblivion,
and I knew it wasn't
just for you,
but for us,
and I think it was
the first time
I've loved you,
but now your
tears have dried.

Bluejay

Veteran of old My Poetry Forum before its hiatus. Happy to be back.

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