Leave your heart Against the waking dark, If you will. You won't ever make yourself more fragile Than the expression, that signals your pain. Your tears drop like weights from your eyes, Though I know you won't be relieved. Your hands reach up to your cheeks, For I have known you've stayed in the bleak, Hollow, Well, where a bucket can draw your sadness To swallow. Can I at least kiss a tear away To drain apart from you, the cruel yesterday?