How many tears are left?

We have cried them all for you.

And yet it goes on and on

to the brink of eternity, so that

god also has no tears, though I

doubt if he ever had any.


There is nothing left but sorrow’s

cold new day, and tears formed

drop as frozen moments of empathy

that once mattered, but no more,

for winter has come and all is

hidden in the frozen wasteland.