he'd not allow a single tear.
he'd chase the thought away,
of circumstance that brought him here
or how we'd met that day.
of shadows and the stain of death,
that taught his heart to fear.
inspired by that final breath
of one whom he'd held dear.

and yet he'd not a single tear allow
to soothe the pain.
and silenced every requiem,
lest he should go insane.
but still insanity was fed by
every tear denied.
who mourns love not
has not love known to mourn,
once it has died.