“Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.” -Han Suyin

Your Love, My Comfort

By: Amelia Rose

Beautiful pain

Rakes over my heart

I feel it, want to feel it

It brings tears to my eyes.

Finally, finally for a moment I can cry

I can cry out all the feelings I’ve held in for so long

I can weep and cry my heart out until it’s empty, till it’s dry

Till the hurt is all but gone

‘Crying helps me slow down

And make sense of the weight of life’s problems.’

Crying helps me find the truth

The truth inside the lie.

But then you come and stop this

Stop this feeling with a kiss.

I wipe my tears so you won’t see

Won’t see my heart amiss.

Your love has come to comfort me

Has come to ease my burden

You try to make things light

To see me cry brings pain to you

So you try to make it right

But that can never cure me

It doesn’t help me heal

For until the tears are shed

The lie is always real

And truth is very hard to steal

Yet, for you I do it

I postpone my grief

Because I see your need for me

And I let that need encompass me

I give myself to you

My love becomes your comfort

But that does not erase my pain

It does not take it away.

And so, now I am left to wait and yearn

For those tears to come another day

And yet, these days my tears are rare

The tears that once so freely spilled

Freely flowed and freely healed

They escape from me now, they run from me

They hide, evade, elude, preclude

My heart from finding a lighter mood

And so perhaps I’ll have to wait

For weeks, for months, for years

For another time to heal my soul;

To let flow all my tears.