I have a right to feel remorse
over an intimacy lost, a sorrow
perfumed with my tears...
pity the death of an affair
written off like a bad check...
Each of us has his own special
grief... I sorrow for my lost
love... you for whatever...
Let me feel this bitter loss if
I want to...
I shall cry for all that could
have been... and was not...
I am paying my own debt... in
my own way...
Who are you to set a prices
on the cost of lovelessness?
I have a right to feel this pain
for it is all I have left of you
Tomorrow may bury everything
but for tonight I find solace
in my tears...
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