Long into the night
The heavens cried
The earth caught every tear
I cried myself to sleep
Yet again
The tears on my pillow
I cannot bargain
For the cold comfort
Of a friend’s arms
It might be
That this is the way
It has to be
That when you are cruel
It will be me who weeps
When you feel insecure
Because I refuse obedience
And assert my side
Of the story
It might be that the sun
Cries too
When the night is cruel
And everybody
Is as fragile as a glass heart
I cried long into the night
Well into the morning
For sorrow from the
Certainty
That the only side
You’ll ever take is yours
Til the very end
All you will ever see
Is the view from your low
Perch
Unable to put yourself
In another’s shoes
I have to accept
That’s all you’ll
Ever be
Listening to Mr. Sumner
On this rainy morning
My tears falling
My heart heavy
It should be precious
This feeling
Because it needs to be rare
It paralyzes
And I have to live
You need a licence
For your carelessness
For your childishness
An irony, really
When you are more sixty
Than sixteen.
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