In the missing, we find what is left of ourselves. When I feel sad, I like to listen to the songs of Lucinda Williams, especially from her album “West.” What is your favorite sweet sad song?

Why, what could she have done being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?

Poem by W.B. Yeats, No Second Troy

Tears! tears! tears!
In the night, in solitude, tears;
On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck’d in by the sand;
Tears—not a star shining—all dark and desolate;
Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head.

Poem from Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass