Tears
Tears are the weirdest thing,
what even makes them begin?
A memory from years ago,
someone you loved but now hardly know?
A song playing on the radio,
isn’t that how it usually goes?
I can’t control my tears anymore,
they just seem to run when my heart feels raw.
I can be driving in the car with the kids singing songs,
then they see my tears and ask what’s wrong?
With a shrug of my shoulders I simply say,
“ I can’t explain why they fall this way”.
Saying goodbye is the hardest by far,
if I collected every tear I would have a full jar.
Tears are the weirdest thing,
so I guess I do know how they begin.
