Stay the Tears
As the rain falls, so does my heart – the weight – heaviness.
The future becomes past and all things a memory.
I miss him now – with one more night left before the last dawn.
So much bliss in togetherness and it’s all over far too soon.
There’s always an end and I don’t want this to end – us, our joy.
Stay the tears that are about to fall and look forward to the final welcome home.
