Glacier

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

Years passed.
The wound sealed.
Somehow I lived.

Yesterday I cried again
I remembered the ocean in my eyes and tasted a tear.
Suprised.
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.

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