We’d like to believe we will not

yet then it happens,

a simple vision,

a memory,

a lyric reminds me of when …

yet, there are times like these,

a tear seems so far away,

amidst the challenge of staying normal.

How often do we lay out a facade

in the morning,

the right buttons, a proper tie,

perhaps that blouse that covers our shame,

and yet, we do remember,

a time with similar yearning,

our tears did come readily.

~

I found your old journal when rummaging last night,

the things you’d forgotten about,

I still remember, like yesterday,

I used the words frequently

when in the need of a tear.

Today, though, they remain memory.