Mist

Loss merits tears, yet
time did not permit or
perhaps I feared
once those tears
started, they’d never end

I staved them off
with responsibilities
massive, important ones

But the wounds are still
gaping, messy and painful.

I don’t want to pretend
I’m okay nor to discuss why
I am not

Perhaps those salty
stinging tears could help
wash and close
these injuries
so I could be happy again

I wonder if they will ever
start or stop

Maybe this endless
endless grey mist is
the never ending tears
in misty droplets filling
the world as

I feared