When A Heart Cries 3

All the tears ever cried

I caught in my cupped hands;

All the blood ever bled I kissed

To soothe its sorrow. I never understood.

Why things came and went.

Why they were always broken in between.

How I could just let them go,

Like raindrops passing through my fingers.

How to let go a heart, a soul, a life?

It is hard, and strange, and wonderful,

Being attracted to broken things.

It is like watching a storm come

Upon the plains, feeling the wind

Against your face, and the first

Spattering of raindrops, and

Surrendering yourself to it.