We’d like to believe we will not
yet then it happens,
a simple vision,
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.