My kisses stain the stones

The time of year is coming
when the grass is always damp
when I'll be left drenched
with tears for lives poured down the drain

they gave me a parting gift
every one who left in search of deeper rivers
they all sank at the start of the year
and left my summers empty
so when the tears have come and gone
there's no space for anything a while
except shallow laughter
and glazed eyes

if I'm not who I'm supposed to be
forgive me
leave a message, and he'll get back to you
he'll be busy doing nothing
but watching some more pretty flowers die
and asking whoever listens
why they always have to