The Empty Kleenex Box

I reach for another Kleenex. The box sits empty on the shelf. Have I really cried that many tears? Has my life turned into a sad tale? Have all the tissues floated down a river of lonely tears? The time for crying has ended. I will lift myself. Poke out my head. Had not the sun continued to shine in my absence? My friends cried with me for a while. A few of the tissues where crumpled in their hands. Still I was not to be consoled. What choice did they have but to leave? In fact I was so sad I barely knew they were there. So now I rise. Lift my eyes to the sky. Let a gentle breeze dry my face. Smile with thanks for a new day. For in the end a river of tears and tissues is enough. The Empty Kleenex box contest Sponsored by Craig Cornish Still some entry spots left, join in the fun/sadness.