What Would I Do?

What would I do with all the tears I’ve shed:
the ones I cried for having hurt you,
the ones that came from seeing you so beautiful,
the ones I poured while pouring love into you,
the ones that slipped out
just thinking of you on some stray afternoon,
the ones that welled up
hearing the songs you chose for me,
the ones I cried for being, beside you, so happy.

if I could take them all back now,
what would I do with them?
For whom, or for what, or where
would I let them fall?