The Thief

The dawn silently appears,

And in my stirring sleep you leave again,

 A dream lost to the light of day.


Awakened tears form in my eyes,

 But I am not crying,

I am only washing pain away.


Loss is a fact of life, I know,

But I am never ready when it happens,

I am always taken by surprise.


I see the smile on other faces,

As envy fills my empty heart,

Then changes to the sadness in my eyes.


I ask not your pity, or sorrowful glance,

Nor would I accept a tear from you.

And kind words always come out wrong.


What I ask you cannot give to me,

But even if you really could,

Would you want to hold back the dawn?

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