Crying

Crying

It is listed as desperate - demanding a remedy - a crying shame.

I know I have held back tears in fear of being shamed, in fear of being weak

I am weak. I am crying.

I lost my first love. I long to be in love again. I long to see a face in a crowd that I feel connected to, to lock eyes and only see each other.

They say good things come to those who wait.

They say time heals all wounds.

Why do I need to wait more?

Why does more time have to pass?

I cry.