These tears that stream down my face.
Sometimes they are happy, sometimes confused, but mostly sad.
Today, they cry for her.
These tears have a mind of their own and lately don’t want to be hidden.
They want to be shed so they can be let go.
They don’t want the constant reminders of what went wrong.
They want to focus on the rights of the present.
They don’t want to wonder why or what if.
They want to fall, again and again.