saving my tears

i'm saving my tears for november.
at night i tuck them behind my eyelids.
no one watches me sleep - so i feel safe.

i've hidden my tears in old buckets on porches no one knows exist.
porches only hold sentimental value and potted plants and occasionally glass pitchers filled with lemonade.

i haven't seen them in 6 years
but i know they exist
because i still do.

i've left a few sobs on curbs
and a few sighs on bridges.

i'm saving my tears for november.
when the sun performs its magic i put my tears in my coat pocket to keep them from drying.

my feet hurt and the lights are too bright.
and my eyes are swelling beyond belief.
and 6 more days to go.

i'm saving my tears for november
in case no one cries for me.