I sent S into a heaving sob
with this blog, as she's turned into
some psychic medium.
You should do something about your tears,
she said, because that was kind of terrible for me.

So I went and tried, because
these are my tears to be shed and
S has done enough crying
for herself, to last probably
all of eternity.

I tugged myself into bed and tried
to let go of the strength that
held me whole. And one tear came down
along my cheek, and another
until I fell asleep.

I woke up long after the sun did, but
somehow darkness surrounded,
faithless, I felt. Or maybe it's just
one of those days,
when everything is just a little blurry.