The tears have came with company today.
Company that doesn’t come around as often as it used to,
but when they do I’m always surprised at how they bring the hurt that feels so fresh.
Could it have been the memories of watching the Superbowl with her last year,
that told them it was time for a visit?
Or, the calendar bringing us closer to the retreat
where my wounds will be exposed in a way that even I might be a little frightened to see?
Was it the color of the sky? Or the smell of her skin in my minds’ eye?
Has my brave run out?
Has my heart caved in?
Maybe the hurt just couldn’t keep quiet;
It just needed to be let out, given a voice to float away on the wind.