Tissue Box

You reach for me
I am here
Silently I absorb
each salty orb
Soaking up your pain
misery
anguish

Each time you pluck
I give of myself
unreservedly

I am torn to pieces
wrung between your fingers
into an emotional ball
Once your are sated
unburdened
refreshed
I am left crumpled
disposable

You will return once more
Taking from me freely
Often do I wonder
what you will do
when the box is empty