This time when the tears came
I didn’t wipe them away.
I sat with them.
I felt them wet on my face.
Here was something tangible
That was directly connected to you.
Something created in my body,
Salty and wet, just as you were.
June 28, 2018
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This time when the tears came
I didn’t wipe them away.
I sat with them.
I felt them wet on my face.
Here was something tangible
That was directly connected to you.
Something created in my body,
Salty and wet, just as you were.
June 28, 2018