These Tears

This somber glade where they've laid you will become my sanctuary; memories will be companions in my quiet misery. You never liked to see me cry. I hear your soft and gentle voice with tenderest sincerity asking, 'Why such bitter tears?' These tears are layered like the rose that, to my lips, I press and kiss while kneeling in the cold, damp sod only to be close to you. These tears show all the grief I feel and flow from deep within my heart; remnants of all the hopes and dreams we planned to share together… Grief that grips my tormented mind, tightly clutching my aching heart, slowly squeezing away the life that I must face without you. These tears also show thankfulness, streaming down like a healing rain, assuring me that you'll never have to suffer grief like this.