The Truth is in my Tears

A lonely rain, a mysterious pain.

  Tracing down my face...

    Pouring from the windows of the soul.



I cried only twice in your leaving, three times in your staying and once when you did not return to me.



In the years past, I have missed you. Always wishing you were here and not there. We have fought and argued over the trivial things in life. Accomplishing nothing and creating more pain.



I say I love you and you say the same, but you cannot know that I really mean it, until you see that the truth is in my tears.