After my tears, I cried anew

After my tears, I cried anew,
when I read someone else's grief,
in a friend's memorial to you.

My own dark pain was shown right through
another heart's memorial wreath.
After my tears, I cried anew,

and then, right there, I surely knew
my own heart's blood was on Death's teeth.
In a friend's memorial to you,

my pain was freshened from his view,
and new grief surfaced from beneath.
After my tears, I cried anew,

when I read of his love for you.
So, too, his own tree lost its leaf.
After my tears, I cried anew,
in a friend's memorial to you.

(C)2008, Christos Rigakos