Yet tears are rolling
For every meeting there must be a parting
Why then do tears still roll?
I gasp
for my heart aches
This swell knows no burst
This strange power
threats to tear me asunder
I yearn for the balm to soothe
But knowing well it cannot be
For part must there be
Now i think of Grandfather
As he lay weak, spent, dying
Perhaps his heart felt the same
as mine now does?
Sons daughters grandlittleones
Farewells loneliness emptiness pain
They left taking the warmth away
I saw that tear still moist
At the corner of his eye
was that what he felt?
In time i shall heal
and this visitor shall hold no power
When he visits again as surely he will
may i feed him no more
and so too should everyone else
