I wish I could manifest the tears I keep feeling behind my eyes. I wish it could make me feel better in some way. I wish I could.
The tears won’t come. Perhaps I can’t, because I don’t want him to see it. Perhaps because I’m worried the neighbours might hear. Perhaps I just can’t. Or perhaps I’m holding back in fear of the pain.
Maybe I believe I cried too many times before, maybe because I don’t think the situation deserves any more tears. Maybe I can’t cry because I’m not ready yet to forgive.
A new love is waiting for me. Or am I waiting for love?