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