Tears

Can anyone count the tears

That are shed behind closed doors

For a love that is gone

For a hurt that has crushed the heart

Can anyone know what the mind is

What is going through and planting its seed

Can anyone know what creates the deep hurts

That one feels when their love is gone

Perhaps that love has walked away

Or perhaps is lost

But, perhaps death has stepped in

And taken that love away

Does anyone know the emptiness

Does anyone really know the hurt

That one feels when that love has been taken

By death

Oh, to feel the loss of your love to another

Is hurtful

Or for that love to say they don’t love you

What is hurtful

But to lose a love through death

Is a battle that cannot be fought

A battle that you cannot see your enemy

Yet, you know that enemy has taken your love

And you no longer can see that love

That love is gone

Gone to the winds

Gone to the air

Just gone

Just a memory

What can one cling to

When your love has been taken

Can anyone know that deep hurt

The pain and struggles that you feel

Oh the pain

Cuts through you like no other

How long does one feel the loss

Days, weeks, months, years

Does it ever diminish

Oh how death takes its sting

It is the living that feel that sting

Not the dead

The living

They feel this sting, daily, weekly, yearly

And that sting is replaced by loneliness

Gail Adams Feb 6 2011