Love letter # 295
You were the love of my sadness and we were the lachrymose twins. How my sorrow loved you; sought you out in the throng. I saw your black star shining – jewel in the darkness. We fashioned beautiful little tears by its stark, dark light. It was like a dream. But then I divorced the despair; saw it for what it was. Not a wedding band. A shackle. Now what about you? Whose ring do you wear?