A Tear That Will Be Mine Forever More Poem by Mark Heathcote

I have a tear, that will be mine forevermore
But it won't fall… it's been there frozen
In my tear duct waiting for a meltdown pour
But it won't be moved, not even for you, my cousin.

Not even for you, my chosen one
Not even if it proves you are the one
You are the one, my love,
The one I just couldn't ever shun.

I ask myself am I so cold I can't be moved?
Am I so walled up inside myself I can't be removed?
Is everything so bleak?
That now I'm too stoic, to be gentle and meek?

Not even for you. my chosen one
Not even if it proves you are the one
You are the one, my love,
The one I just couldn't ever shun.

Half the time I felt like a Memento Mori object
Long since deceased with the sun in my eye sockets
But you put the soft tissue and the cartilage
Back in place on my bones and face

And when I gave you a diamond rhinestone
Even the tears choked in my heart began to break
And pour out of the darkest corners of my heart
Laminated like tattoos on my face

I have a tear, that will be mine forevermore
And it can't be moved? Not even with a hangman's noose.
Cause you; you can't hurt what I also deplore
You can't hurt a heart that I too would abuse.

Not even for you. my chosen one
Not even if it proves you are the one
You are the one, my love,
The one I just couldn't ever shun.

But guess what blessed women I was wrong
And now in love, my tears do flow
Just for you, my chosen one
So it's true it proves you are the one
You are the one, my love,
The one I just couldn't ever shun.