Those years have been and gone.
Since you’ve lived here, my lonely swan.
Sadly, I’ve existed through love again.
However, nothing like your passing’s pain.
And I’ve found I’ll never be the same.
Unveiled by life’s everyday falling rain.
Sometimes the heavy rains flood my very core.
Other-times the soft showers soothe my pores.
And as I once said.
Out of my wounded head.
“How many rivers of tears must we cry,
Before all the deepest wells run dry”.