When she died,
I thought I had an ocean in my eyes
an ocean that would never dry up
no matter how many salty tears they spill
The wound sealed.
Somehow I lived.
Yesterday I cried again
I remembered the ocean in my eyes and tasted a tear.
It was no more salty.
And I realized my eyes had cried out the ocean.
Now, it was the ice I had packed around my heart, melting.
No more an ocean, I was now a glacier.