To me they are worth more
Than she knows
I hold them dear
I hold my tears
Inside me
Like gems
Hidden from view
Because you never know
When you'll need them
The memories are cruel
Her hold upon my heart
Emptied it out
Tears are all I have
Now
Simple souvenirs
Of the memories of her near
I long for her
I dream of her
Memories are tears
When she is the memory
Though the years pass
Though the pain subsides
I pray it won't last
But it does
Like a permanent scar
That keeps bleeding
Blistered and burns
Black and charred
My heart remains beating
But more painfully
My tears still fall
Tears are memories of her
And I keep them all
Souvenirs
