Those Tears Are Mine

You held my hand Beneath a summer streetlight An hour or two Before the dawn. We walked all night, We talked all night About the things That make us cry. And I have seen You cry Too many times. I swear, Those tears are mine Because I brought them To your eyes. I never wanted Anything more Than to kiss you While watching the poetry Of a sunrise, Or to see An afternoon breeze Lovingly tousle your hair. But a lover Can grow insensitive And take love for granted, Not listen carefully. You tried to tell me Every time you were hurting How to change my ways, How to make you smile. I did not pay attention To little but important needs Until you were convinced That you were not Important to me. I know it is too late For you to forgive me, But I hope you try.