You cried on my shoulder.

I watched your tears
roll down my jacket of tweed
catching themselves into pools
at the bottom of my cuff.

I heard your sighs.

The muffled sounds of anguish
pouring through the fabric of my skin,
your breath hot and heavy
beneath my clean white shirt.

I felt your solitude.

Your body tense and unyielding,
as you poured your heart out
unwilling to regret your actions,
to a surrender of heart filled emotions.

I understood.

You could no longer give,
to me all you have.
Be a mother to my childish actions
or a teacher to my life.

I do not know.

How to be your man,
a savior in your death.
A melting pot of sobriety
when it comes to you leaving me.
I have chosen to dry up
and harden my veins.

No love shall conquer me,
no salt will fill my wounds
from tears you cry.
I once said I would never love again,
no matter who comes into my life.

I will miss you.

Your touch and caring ways.
The mirror I could not see into.
The glass I have chosen to shatter
instead of picking up the pieces
of my own issues.
Seeing your tears as remembrance
A love so unconditional.

I will die.

Yet I will not fear being alone
for I am alone forever in my vanity
to close myself down to you.
The one person I have truly loved.

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