I didn't cry until the morning after.

But when I did,
Every bitter, burning teardrop,
Every ragged, shuddering sob,
Every whispered, soundless plea,
Every burst of boiling emotions
From deep within this tormented soul
Lasted an eternity.

But I don't know why I cried.

I don't know whether I cried
Out of sadness for myself
Or out of happiness for you.