Ears Full of Salt

My Ears are sweetly calling

to my hands,

to rub away my tears.

The tears that rivered over

Down my cheeks,

to pool into my Ears.

My tears are drying

in streaks across my face;

and filling in my Ears

with their only trusted friend.

And my Ears are filling sweetly,

with their salt to remind me

Of what my tears have said.