Crying

When Z died I had never cried So much for someone Hour upon hour I would think of her And a tightness in my chest Would spread As I thought of the suddenness Of her passing How afraid She must have been How she must have suffered Even more than when she was Living her life My tears flowed For my loss And for hers But then one day The drops stopped The ache ended And I thought of her less and less Did that make me Cold? Callous? Uncaring? Or is that the natural order of things? A subsidence of depth For tears that were wept So many cried Yet they have all dried "Crying" - Written for "In Search of the Human Mind" Contest by A Rambling Poet