Dry Here Eyes
Did she love me
I once asked
Of course she did
I must be mad
She loves me now
She loved me then
She loved me right
Until the very end
And although I
may not be here
I still watch her
Shed her tears
From afar
A different room
Trying hard
To lift her gloom
But I'm just, a ghost
Of days gone by
So if you see her
Tell her hi
Say I begged
Do not cry
And take a tissue
To dry her eyes.
Copyright © Francis Jacobs | Year Posted 2019
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