Tears Not Spent

Sadness and pain come in waves but I run back up the beach away from them. I know if I let the waves catch me, they will overwhelm me and I will be wet with tears.


I run back up the beach to the sunny spot you occupy. It is your magic blanket that holds nothing but happiness and calm. When I have to step away from it, I hold my breath, waiting for the waves to threaten, walking in the shadows of the day.


If I can sit with you on your blanket, the waves will stay away, the sun will always shine and the tears will not come. But, funnily enough, I will still hold my breath.