February 26th; Not Crying

No, really.
I'm not crying.
I caught something
in my eye.
And that thing
is dying.

So, yeah.
I'm not crying.
I recalled something
in my mind.
And that something
is mine.


**This poem is about pretending not to cry for the sake of hiding what is mine.  I don't like to hurt and tell, sometimes.

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