When I have to cry
I cry in the shower
The water is already running
So the tears do not taste as sour
**** those memory triggers that were set
In a line of yesterdays that are even now, still wet

Breathing lives have been snatched right out of my arms
Twice I have been left holding nothing
Those vapid claims of having loved and lost
Are not worth the useless fabric decorating the funeral bunting
The thief of air has vanquished me to a life alone
Some days I feel I can’t wait to move on

When I have to cry
I prefer the daylight hours
While draining the overused tear ducts
I imagine watering imaginary flowers
It does not take much to start this frenzy
A word or thought is enough to start a tizzy

This exercise is more than enough
To start the pain running and speeding
If You have experienced a patch as rough
The Writer thanks You for taking the time
And doing the reading