Updated: Jan 6
Seeing the rain pour on to the car
As we pick up speed reminds me of
The legs in a glass of wine
Which reminds me that I only have one living grandparent
And I just want to stand in the rain and cry.
But I don’t
because I always thought crying was weak
And I don’t want to be labeled as emotional
Even though I’m grieving
Which is normal
And everyone goes through it
But I just can’t get myself to cry.