Wet Tears

It’s funny
How much things can hurt
How hot cold things can burn
My throat stings
My chest is tight and heavy
My fingers are drenched in my own tears
They’re slick and cold and tacky all at once
My stomach ties itself into knots
My sobs come and Linger
They come out as short- fast cries
The world spins and circles me
My head buzzes with anger and sadness and fear
And so many emotions that I can’t even imagine
I think we’ve all been in my place
Sobbing uncontrollably in the quiet of a bedroom
Wishing that everything would turn out okay
Hoping everything will turn out okay
It usually does,
But in my case,
The pain and fear of losing someone you love so dearly
Overrides that fact
Even though I know,
Everything will turn out fine
I won’t lose them,
I can’t stop the wet tears
A.J.Busse