water

the horizon melting
into the russet sky
this summer evening
like many before
but it feels like
the end of days today.
there might have been
a tear somewhere in me
you see it on my face
you say,
as if searching for one
when we say goodbye
but don't for a moment
believe me
when i pretend to be strong
and tell you that
you haven't done enough
to make me cry
those aren't tears
its just dust in my eye.