Cemetery Trees

May 17, 2005

How many cemetery trees,
how many jaded pools
does it take to let her go...
that woman bent
and wondering which way
she ought to turn...

How many tears must fall
before reservoirs run dry,
and the water stills enough
to see the image of a child
running for all she’s worth
to catch up with the shadow
that keeps leaving her behind...

Here... this last tear
is all I have left.

Take it.
Then you will have all
I ever had to give.

And I can begin again.