Your Reward Is My Sorrow

A poem about loss & sorrow.

How can I follow the beauty of the sun if darkness is all I have?

Today, these hands, which once built your dreams, have become blistered and bruised from cultivating dead soil to find a flower to match your smile.

Do you know it will take only one of my teardrops to echo a small volume of my thoughts of you before the floodgates of my eyes release the sorrow you have given to me?

When I look at two flowers beautifully wrapped around each other on the same vine, I will smile, but when one of them dies and leaves the other all alone, I will cry.

Sadly, the memory of you will remain buried in the grave of my heart until my existence becomes one with the dust of the earth.

If only I could have replaced ordinary, lit lamps with glorious stars then perhaps you might have noticed my intentions for loving you so deeply and faithfully.

My darling, destroying me comes with a reward, for as you continue loving someone else, I will remain alone to carry this bitter sorrow…until the end of my days.