When She Cries |
by Alyce |
her tears bring a kind of healing even though her heart would cling to the warm arms of sorrow he can't see, when she cries, how she cherishes their memories . . . facing east at each sunrise, searching for him in her mind's eye . . . he can't see, how his "good-bye" echoes through her soul; her sobs of anquish rise from the depths, the void, inside . . . when she cries, there's a comfort in the feeling, as she holds on to the remnants of their love . . . knowing he can't see when she cries |