Do you have a special cup…
Maybe one made of silver,
or sparkling, like a jewel of pure crystal…
Even an old favorite from when you were younger,
a cup from when life smiled, with great meaning for you.
And I would be honored…
if you would want to catch my tears,
if you would want to save them,
if you would want to put them away somewhere,
to give them a safe place to wait,
a small soft pocket to lay in,—
Warm, safe, comforting,—
a nice rest worth all the pain of falling,
a place to finally lay easy,
away from the hurt,
away from the past.
So if you have that special cup,
and you wish to use it,
I’ll be honored
to let my tears drop into it.
But please do this for me —
take good care of what you collect,
appreciate what is there,
‘for I fear that may be the last, as
I am trying not to have any more.
I cannot control,
I cannot handle any more.
That’s just how it is….

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