I didn’t cry for you today.
Nor did I cry for you yesterday.
The tears are staying
on the inside now.

I’m not sure if that’s good.
I do know inside tears
refresh themselves,
like those fountains
that feed from the pool
they pour into.

Remember when we talked
all afternoon and I didn’t change
out of my fancy Easter dress
until almost supper time?

Yeah. I was remembering that
and smiling. Hope you are too.