I tried to cry today.
Wanted to.
Needed to.
But nothing came.

I sat with the silence,
felt the weight,
the ache,
but no flame.

No one was there.
Alone again.
Even the ones I thought would stay
walked away.

Not one tear.
Just pressure.
Just heat behind my eyes.
Like my body knew how —
but refused to try.

The tears, if they came,
would’ve meant I broke.
But I didn’t.
I just…
soaked.

They never fell.
They never ran.
They stayed,
buried
in who I am.

So my face stayed dry,
but don’t mistake the lack of rain.
These eyes
are full
of quiet pain.