Like a river bed without water.
My eyes can not shed a single drop.
Or a summer with no sun.
A spring with no rain.
An autumn without leaves.
A winter without the cold.
I've given what I could.
All that I had left.
All but my very being and soul.
And still I search for the one .
To take the rest.
Maybe then.
Maybe then.
I can be happy.
I can rest.