Since you went home, days turned to weeks <br />and weeks to months, and I'm still crying, at the sight, <br />the touch, the smell of things that once were yours, <br />and feeling lonely, even when surrounded <br />by those that mean to cheer me up... <br /> <br />I've found that crying gives but scant relief at most, <br />for pain that overwhelms all senses, like nothing did before. <br />So, must I heed that stern reminder of my Dad, when he <br />took me behind the shed, 'Real men don't cry! '? <br />I'm trying, but to no avail, my angel......<br /><br />Willem VanVoorthuysen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/real-men-don-t-cry/
