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These are not the tears of a lover,
Though we shed them for one another.
These are not the tears I have shed before,
They are the ashes of something more
Than all I gave and all that I regret
These are the tears I shall not forget.

Thank you for breaking everything,
Leaving me only to care for you,
Thank you for taking everything
And taking my heart there with you.

My clouded hopelessness still can view
Another life where I am holding you.
For all I know, there is another place
Where I am locked in your embrace.
Another dream perhaps, another land
Where we walk together, hand-in-hand.

Or you think that there, it instead is I
Who your sweet love would deny.
No! There I remain under your spell
There, I love you just as well.

Whatever other lives there may be,
I can see you there with me.
Alas! that it is not now and here.
O! I long to dwell in that other sphere
Where our fates eternal intertwine,
Where you are forever mine.

O! These are the tears I’ve never shed before,
And I do not know if I can share them anymore.
This is a pain that I have never known
As I lie in the dark, naked, and alone
The loneliness and the uselessness of my heart
While on this stage of tragedy I play my part
Comforts me to know that somewhere else
We are more than our separate selves.
O! If only, if only that life we could share
If only I could go there.

© 2021 Marten Hoyle