Tear Stains
Tear Stains.
My heart so filled with missing you
it's the middle of the night.
Teardrops stain the paper
on which I'm trying to write.
It feels just like I'm lying
when I say I'm doing fine.
I'm find so little comfort
for this old heart of mine.
Loving me loving you
one thing I know for certain.
I cannot let you see me now
or tell you how I'm hurting.
So I tell you that I'm doing great
and how the sun here shines.
And hope somehow you see tear stains
and read between the lines.
Fighting myself one more time
a battle I can't win.
As I rush toward tomorrow
when I'll see you again.
Edwin C Hofert
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