Souls do weep
Others don’t make a peep
Remembrance does bring me close
Rekindling a desire to see and take a dose
Of some drug or drink
Which after consuming they do blink
So as not to shed any tears from their
Opens eyes which would pour fourth upon the
Reflections of their life's sad happenings
Reliving these sad things
Over again inside their trembling being
When I come and cling.