Don't waste your tears-
There hasn't been a night I haven't made it through.
The torment of three years-
Won't hurt me any more than that of two.
Three years ago I wept-
An orphaned child searching for a shield.
So many truths I can't accept-
Not one is the goodbye our kiss had sealed.
Each tries to beat me down cascading with distress.
Should I have been the one to say I'm sorry?
Or had I been too slow with my true loves profess?
Take pity on the living,
Shattered, broken, dying; with me you cannot mourn.
I'm neither, except breathing
Still grieving him, who won't return.
June 7 2004