Tonight my sorrow,
Is only for you.
Not for the sky,
Who weeps soundly
On the shoulders of earth.
Not for the wind,
Who moans like a hunted beast
In the rain.
My sorrow is only for you.
I walk in the streets in the very shoes
I was wearing when I left you.
And spit myself
On the diary
I have left on my desk.
I smoke you
And leave your eyes
In every pedestrian’s face.
Tonight my sorrow
Is only for you.
The streets are only excuses.
This is you I am walking into.
I stop to tie
The lace of the same shoes
I was wearing when I left you
With the same gentle hands
You loved to stroke.
My sorrow is only for you
And I try to swallow your sin in vain.
I am choked with tears
Like a man bearing the pain.
Now I have got Adam’s apple too.
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