Tears in My Soup

 It's fall

The leaves have come swirling down

And along with them, my tears.

They come suddenly like an unexpected rain shower

Sometimes just a sprinkle

Sometimes a torrent of howling wind and stinging water

Not caring if I'm in the middle of a group of people, 

Or silently shaking in my bed in the middle of the night

My tears don't care if they cause me relief or heartache 

My tears don't ask if now is a good time. 

I can be cooking and creating a delicious meal,

When they suddenly without warning just appear

And fall like unwanted raindrops and cascade 

My tears into my soup