157: The Last Time I Cried
The last time I cried
was in a dimly lit bar
tables scattered
merely 20 in attendance.
The music man at the mic said
raise a glass
Let’s toast this city.
You all survived.
The time before that
was in the morning
under the dusty red quilt.
I woke up from a dream
that you were gone.
You’d been sick.
The tears found me
before the sun,
a souvenir of the year.
The time before that
we were in a theater.
She sang in a way that
untethered me
re-centered me
took me out to sea
and brought me back to shore.
I cried until my mask was wet.
You squeezed my hand again.
I count in my mind
the last times I cried
I keep record to remind me-
there is life worth fighting for
love worth rising for
beauty worth crying for.
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