Please Don't Cry

If you could look at me

You'd know that I'm torn.

Inside of me something stirs

That sinks the most massive of ships.

But it keeps me still,

Rooted in the smooth, black pavement,

Where I carry away your tears

However long ago that was, I guess.

I've kept them, you know.

My fingers emptying out their

Droplets of crystals,

Like silver venom out of a snake.

And if the holding tank runs dry,

Lift your head toward the sky,

And maybe it'll be raining in Boston.