I cried oceans over someone who didn’t matter.
Oceans teeming with fish, darting silvery gray and rainbow,
Schools as innumerable as stars in the sky
Or memories of a love.

I cried rivers over someone who didn’t matter.
Rivers bursting with life, otters playfully whipping whorls of water
Into froth with their lithe, lean bodies.
Did you know that otters hold hands when they sleep?
I used to.

I cried streams over someone who didn’t matter.
Streams, bubbling brooks, dancing over perfectly polished stones,
Water thrashed by the churn of little, dimpled feet,
Made merry with laughter,
Or loss.

I cried rain over someone who didn’t matter.
Slow, smooth, summer raindrops that warm the earth,
Nourishing life. Rain that makes you happy to be outside
Sharing an umbrella.

Until everything
Dried
Up.