I Cry Until My Tears Become Dry Poem by Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet

When my love left me
after all so long
I could only begin to see
how love could go so wrong
I ask myself...why?
why does this hurt so much?
I have nothing left to do
so I cry until my tears become dry

When my love left me
after so many long years
I wonder how it could happen so suddenly
as i sleep in the shallow pond of my cold tears
I ask myself...why?
why does this pain persist?
in my fractured heart panting in mist
I have nothing left to do
so I cry until my tears become dry

When my love left me
after all those crazy memories
we shared so wonderfully
now the chapter ends in this true story
I ask myself...why?
why won't the pain go away?
whilst i weep all night and everyday
I have nothing left to do
so I cry until my tears become dry

Now my love is empty
after so many years of trust
after so many years of fidelity
my iron heart has faded to rust
I no longer ask myself why
I just marry my own pain
because that will never leave me
now I just stand drenched in the pouring rain
and I cry waiting for my tears to run dry