The tears will come. Let them come.
You will be sat by the river you’ve sat by a thousand times before, but on that one day, the light will catch a ripple and you’ll remember when they were last there with you and wish they were one last time. The tears will come. Let them come.
You will sit with your friends and eat and laugh, and they’ll leave after midnight and you’ll close the door, and feel unknown and invisible. The secret pain you carry, that you’re afraid of them knowing, will force it’s way out to gasp for air and the tears will come. Let them come.
You’ll have more than you need and more than you’d hoped for, but be crippled by fear of falling back to the loss and lack of before. Guilt gnaws at your gratitude and frustration will start to boil, and the tears will come. Let them come.
You’ll be long happily together with the one you love most, and a song or a movie or the taste of a meal, will remind you of before, what was said and done to you then. Suddenly, you’re humiliated again by one from whom you’d long cut yourself free and the tears will come. Let them come.
You’ll be living your dream, surrounded by your people, in the place you love most and a sound or a smell will feel like they can steal it again. You’ll be back to your worst and for a moment you’re falling to the bottom again, and the tears will come. Let them come.
Cry and weep, for the pain must escape. Let it run in tear drops or it will pour out in torrents. Embrace the moment and the sadness, and as the tears come, let them come. Let them wash your heart clean and soften your soul so that joy has a safe place to grow. The tears will come. Let them come.