I traveled many miles to be with you.
I saw you there, standing there
as if not even an ounce of care.
You looked at me and I could see
not a trace of love in your eyes.
I turned away to walk away with
so much on my heart to say.
Then you knew that I was
through, I saw it on your face.
Too many tears I’ve cried,
so few times we’ve tried.
As long as the ice is cold and the
desert dry, the salty tap of
tears won’t fall from these eyes.