Your tears seemed like your only gift to me;
My smiles were what I gave you in return:
This bargain, where I lose all vanity,
Was what old bleeding hearts made my soul learn.
Your festering wounds I helped in cleaning;
Though not yet healed, I helped them start to;
All I asked was the share from your feeling,
Which now has changed the better part of you.
Now you have learned to smile without me near;
I taught you well; I brought you to your feet;
Now you shed me like you did your last tear;
Now there’s no reason for our souls to meet.
My heart bleeds for my soul learns to see:
Your gift was bringing my own tears to me.

19th September
6:00pm