Tears, Why Are You Here Again?
I thought I cried all the tears there were.
Still, I see a photo. I drive a route we once traversed. A flash
in my mind while I am walking — something we did together
and a wave arrives, carrying me back
I made so many mistakes
how did we have so much joy at such a difficult time?
how did I do so much, so much more than I thought I could?
so many people gave so much more than they thought they could
some things just could not be achieved; it was not my fault
were all of us healed?
I am not small. I am here so you can look again,
feel again, remember: this, was you, this, was not small.
I am not here to be wiped away. I cannot be dried up.
I am here so you do not forget: you answered the call.