Now, I cry ancient tears for you.
Tears I didn’t manage to cry
For all these years;
Tears for all the age-old star-crossed loves
We didn’t manage to be.
Tears unearthing emotions
Buried deep under my skin;
Tears I cry, spinning myths of
Emotions under yours.
Tears forming words, running
Through my fingers and sending
The dead down its own river
Running towards its formless end.
Tears that I can’t explain at all.
Oh, other than describing them as
Intense, profound, desperate tears,
Explaining everything and nothing at all.
Now, I cry ancient tears for you,
In place of all the tears I wish you’d cry for me too.