Y’know, why not just cry a little more?
‘Cause sometimes it’s the best thing you can do.
Sometimes it's the only thing you can do.
So just lay in bed and let the tears fall.
Let the dust collect in invisible layers
surfacing over the torrent
of salty water that stains your face,
for nobody to see.
As nobody has the time to stop
and count the tears for you,
though it’s impossible to count them alone.
How you lay down to watch the rain fall,
alone through your window ajar,
with open eyes wide closed,
taking in all the faint glimmers of darkness
which are impossible to count.
You know because you've tried
too many times.
Each and every time another one falls
there’s twenty more you’ve missed.
Each and every time the clouds break
there’s another blow to your skull.
Let the lightning and thunder burst in your spine;
powerful moments leave calm in their wake.
It’s unnaturally calm.
‘Cause as those moments pass,
And the rain fades into mist,
the world is quiet again.
Like they’re all waiting,
watching,
wishing.
You can close your eyes again,
for it makes no difference if you’re blind.
Breathe in the air,
they’re all waiting…
The trees barely whisper,
the critters gently breathe,
the water droplets chatter.
And when it’s all done and over,
your world opens up again.
Your tongue is wrapped in moist air,
your breath cracks sharp and crisp,
your eyes swallow the darkness.
The vacant openness smothers you,
and you can’t help but empty yourself
into the now,
where you lay alone,
on a damp pillow.
Tears feel warmer than I remember?
Warmer than a forest fire
scarring your lungs.
No, that hurts.
Warmer than a bleeding panic
bandaged with duct tape.
Stop, that’s mine.
Warmer than being held,
in arms of cold gold.
Please, go home.
‘Cause maybe then,
it’ll be alright,
to sit some more,
and cry your heart out,
till you reach the ending;
The Calm After the Storm.