I make a point to cry
Only after you leave
After I am walking
Alone down the dark
Path or after you bid
Me good night and
Close the door behind you.

Only when you are
No longer near me
Do I let the tears
Spill down my cheeks
The tears that have
Been awaiting their
Turn so long, for all the
Hours we were together
They were paitently itching
My eyes, and I held
Back, I held nothing back
But them and maybe
That is my problem.