The Value of Tears

The Value of Tears

I truly cannot sing her praises
loud or long enough
She really does seem to me
that perfect
But logic simply
will have none of it today
Instead I shall settle
for a moment, maybe two
And try to squeeze an ounce
or so of comfort from
This  tired
old bench and watch her
From a distance ..
Yes, that is precisely how
I shall spend my mornings from
now on
Under the pretext of reading
Cohen’s ‘Favourite Game’
and sipping
Strong black breakfast coffee
in the courtyard
Off Café Canto alla Mela ..
Yes, I am almost certain of it
that is precisely how and where
And when
I shall be reminded of
the true value of tears
While gazing out across some  
vacant courtyard spreading
Far beyond
the sprawling reach of
My own bowed shadow and
from where I find
The brightness of this savage
Florence sun still blinding ..
Sip it slowly soldier
I thought I heard her voice
from somewhere 
Just behind my right shoulder
and from the shelter of 
this oh' so shaded archway
I am once again reminded
of the true value of her tears ..