There are dry spots in mourning
Terrible moments when 
the tears stop flowing
and the nose 
stops
running
And all you feel 
is numb nothingness 
mixed in with a blank stare
and an emptiness that almost
consumes you


It's not that you don't care
After a wave crashes to the shore
and before the next one rolls in describes it well
A lull
A break before being picked up
and pushed under again
to fight for air


There's a dry spot this morning
as the rain falls to ground
I hope I don't stay here long
I'd rather ride one wave in 
and be done with it all at once,
but that's not how it goes
No, my friend 
So keep fighting
We will press on till the end