No more tears
was the name of a hair wash
for babies;
they still cried
as chemicals seared their eyes.

No more tears
as the plot of a book unfolds,
that ploughs the characters
into shards of their former selves.

No more tears
as the lovelorn anti-hero
believes not his Cassandra,
all over again.

No no more tears
of joy
a mirage on the horizon
at the sight of you,
of images
my memory shadow-outlines still;

We did part as Friends.