My Farewell Tear
My fear was always my worst souvenir.
With thoughts of you this dread does appear.
To all things of darkness your soul does adhere,
so, I weep without sleep with a secret to keep-
my dear, this is my farewell tear.
I cry out to the shadows that bring doubt.
Most of the time I know not what I suffer about.
If I were the deluge of storms, you’d be the drought,
so, I weep without sleep with a secret to keep-
my devout dear, this farewell tear has no clout.
I needed clouds of grey to encompass my day.
You know, the ones that bestow such disarray?
I pray for a way that I can heal this dismay,
so I weep without sleep with a secret to keep-
my loving dear, this farewell tear is here to stay.
When you’re near I steer towards sorrow severe.
I never thought the outcome would be clear.
Now I must turn a new leaf and persevere,
no more weeping while sleeping with a secret keeping-
my sweet dear, this is my final farewell tear.
February 3, 2019
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