Where Are My Tears
Where Are My Tears
A neighbor, friend and kindred spirit passed into the next after midnight.
Grief is the most difficult emotion to capture and put into a collection.
Loss for some is not remarkable. We all suffer in different ways. Some are
stoic, some find comfort in wailing, tears, sobbing into a loved one's casket.
I lost loved ones and couldn't conjure a single tear nor a heavy heart. I'm broke
is what I thought and maybe I am. I care so much for so many but my sorrow seems
to be lacking. Where is my sorrow? Where are my tears? I cried only once I can
remember. Our dog Rusty was sick and died and I wept for weeks. There were my tears.
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