i'll line them up, these buckets of tears

and count them, one by one.

they'll be buckets aplenty, more than my years

who could say where it all begun?

i'll tip them out, these buckets of tears

and wash away the stains.

i'll pour away the pain of the years 

to see what else remains.

i'll line them up, these buckets of tears

to count each and every one.

there's two from him and three from her

but from you, there are simply none. . .. . . .. .

- kb