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.