Let Them Cry

A handful of poems spilled on your steps, A clump of feelings became charm of your view. Many pens were broken in this path, Yet, a word was not heard from you. Now what will a new pen can do, When the words are still the same! How would readers appreciate a poem When the source is still your name? I am breaking that pen, I am giving up on your magic beam. I surrender all the poems, Awakening a desire from a dream. I am leaving the sky of your smile, The way autumn left me too. I am saddening all of my words, Let them all cry without you.