Come Home, My Dear

My tears emerge from where tragedy hides. Deep in the corners of my soul. Nobody dares to peek there. But you. You have squinted your eyes to see the child in the darkness… You have brushed the cobwebs off my brow. And loved me. Loved me enough that I feel again. I feel the pain. The joy. The humor in it all. I feel immense loss tearing my insides apart and a love that could burst under the pressure of my feels for you. Time is not an enemy we must conquer but an illusionist who falters. My tears escape- not of sadness or despair- but of relief that you have found me hiding there. And now you take me home.