I cry like my heart is breaking,
There is healing in the tears,
even as they fall.
Well-meaning people say,
Don't be sad.
Every end is a new beginning.
But I can't turn the page until this one is filled
with all the tears I can muster.
And every new beginning
is also an end.
Sadness and anticipation mingle
in that black space between
dusk and dawn.
I pause here.
I will be sad.
Off they go, with pieces of my heart.
I guess my heart did break after all.
