Sympathy

I never asked for your sympathy,
Never wanted you to cry tears
That belonged to me.

Never wanted you to sleep
In the darkened meadow
Writing poetry under the willows.

I never asked for your words,
Never wanted you to loose yourself
In the red-covered English dictionary.

Never wanted you to fly away
To a place where snow falls up
And waterfalls hang like tapestries.

I never asked for your scorn,
Never wanted your rough voice
Stained with blood and smoke.

Never wanted you to know
The secrets about me
I had kept hidden for years.

I never asked for your dying breath,
Never wanted you to return
To the rolling hills and ocean blue.

Never wanted you to regret the lies
Or anything else for that matter
Or the sympathies of seasons changed.