Friday, 31 December 2010

What can I do with all these tears?

What can I do with all these tears?
I had never before seen the connection between the weeping tears
and tears that rip open until now.
Now as I feel my heart being torn open again the tears come freely.
What is this thing about grief that punishes me so much for loving?

What can I do with all these tears?
Can I collect them and wash myself free of the memories
that constantly nibble at me now.
But you are all around me and within me, both outside and at home.
There is the scent of you, enticing but sadly out of reach.

What can I do with all these tears?
Let them fall and get them to send you a message of lasting love
that will forever be in my heart.
Telling you of your children and grandchildren, of music and birds.
Of the sea and the hills and wind and rain and of holding your hand.


  1. Such loss and grief. I don't know what to say except I am sorry. But when you love someone and lose them, you should feel this way--it's only right, one would hope.

    I'm sorry.

  2. Through the aching pain, your words are beautiful. **Hugs**

  3. That was beautiful and evocative, and brought tears to my eyes. Thank you!
    Mad Kane