The power of your tears clutches me

Staining your face like blood

And I surrender,

Like southern-bound birds in dying november

That weeping is a distant wildfire

Afar and arousing worry,

Though false as flames go

It grew with an intention unknown

My gentle promise well kept

Through offers of embrace and words warily placed

I was yours to need,

To remove your wild thoughts that persisted like weeds

I do not dare touch you

As if you’d loosen at the seams,

Regret endless,

My intimate concern pressured me defenseless

Do you even cry when you are alone?

That I just cannot know,

Gone like summer rain

I am a dismissed repository of your pain