I have cried
tears that
once shed
and wiped away
cannot be
uncried
they pour
from my heart
my mind
my soul
which are all
grappling
to believe
that
you
are
actually
dead
my mind seeks proof
where none exists
save the lone phone call
from my stepson
the next morning
my heart
seeks closure
of saying
all the ways in it
which, luckily
I was brave enough
to do
my soul
seeks respite
from the
exhaustion
of the
grueling work
of trying
to let
you go
I long to
de-cry
the tears
and have you
back again
