Written by: Corinne Curcio

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