For whom is there beauty if not the beholder?
Where can I sob, if not on your shoulder?
What’s there in that dazzling brown eye,
more important to you than where I can cry?
Your only way of knowing just how I feel
is by creating a wound and watching it heal.
By living through loss, and living through gain,
is a far better way to know someone’s pain.
I had you once, but I didn’t know,
so you picked up and left, and I just let you go.