I’ve given up –
I don’t have the energy
to hide the sobs that steal my breath.
My tears – unleashed –
careen down my face.
For the first time
I’m not ashamed
for you to see me cry.
You tell me then: It’s a hard place to leave,
an even harder place to live in.
And I realized my grief is a salt spec
in the Caspian Sea of yours.