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What tears I have left, I will gladly give
To my own heart if it only can live
Within the confines of this broken chest—
And I will live only as its guest…
I will live only as the cage in which it sings,
And long from now it may stretch its wings
And find your sky anew where once it flew—
But for now, we will shed these tears for you.

I cannot say if loneliness is all I know—
But I can say while these fell winds blow
You were my spirit, and you were the note
From some song trapped within my throat
That I could not give voice to.
My heart just could not sing to you.
Or, perhaps, you could not hear.

And now the tears you cannot feel
Come from a love that is so real
That the angels in Heaven may decree
There is a place; a garden for you and me—
Where the trees bear such fruit as may
Bring you home to my heart someday.

© 2021 Marten Hoyle