Coffee Torn, and Tears

Coffee tears at my heart,
as strings pulled lead us away,
and tides swell.
The world turns as tears fell,
but few stop to see the rain,
and behind it the sun.

Black grains at the bottoms of empty cups,
ones longing to be drunk,
and somewhere something dies,
but life continues to survive,
where the tears and love resides.

Torn heart-things, and mangled feet,
with something always just beneath,
cherished tears from underneath,
Life is all, and bitter-sweet.