as the rain pours down , i feel the tears on my cheeks, wet from a nightmare i don't remember. she cries herself to sleep , but won't tell me she hurts. i know the story, old and decayed. he must of given up . so weak these men , these days. can't take emotions. can't change their ways. she hurts. i hurt. but she won't talk to me. and so, i hurt more for her. she is out of reach. my arm has shortened with age. my  heart is bigger. come , come, my love, tell mama. maybe , she can soothe the old hurt.