My eyes are red and sore, and the morning light has come. The nights have been long, but at last I am done. The wells of sorrow that were inside of me have dried up and the ground can hold no more. I must now find the broken pieces of my heart and put them in a box. I still feel a small bit of regret, but the longing will pass with time. I must now close a door behind me and stare into the on coming day. I do not want to face the new reality of the life that I must now live, but I cannot grow anything on salted ground. So now that I can no longer grieve, I will simply feel nothing for a while. It will be better than dwelling in sorrow and the mire of misery. I hope your journey takes you to where ever happiness is, as for myself I will simply exist day by day. Perhaps I will find a new passion to fill the void that you left in me, but for now the last tear has fallen and I can cry for you no more.