Ever since that night
when I imagine crying, I think
of sobs shaking my body and tears
running down my face and you
holding me and telling me
it's going to be OK. Now,
more than anything, I
need to cry, to sob
to let the floodgates burst
and shake under the strength
of my own gale-force
winds, but you
cannot tell me it
is going to be OK, now
you are hurting
me, and I
cannot cry.