I had never seen someone look so
unfailingly peaceful when they cried,
like a quiet form of acceptance,
a form of natural progression.
When my tears spilled it was like a
kettle with the lid too tight
flooding my cheek bones.
But you took my palms and wiped
your skin clean
and I placed my head on your shoulder
it is better to let it all out
drop by drop
than to hold it all in
and suddenly fall apart. ”