Why do you cry
Please dry your eyes
Sorry he left
Don’t speak of death
You cut your wrist
He’ll laugh dismissed
Know my love’s real
Let’s make him squeal
More are chasing
Him for patching
Their broken hearts
For a fresh start
Let’s dry your eyes
Breathe deep and sigh
It’s good he left
Let’s whisper death
© 2015 Michael Yost 06/21
Michael's Lair 