Inconvenient Tears

Inconvenient tears fall
At inconvenient times
While driving down the road
or when a song comes on the radio that I haven't heard in a while
that makes me remember you

How am I supposed to drive through the torrents that are streaming from my eyes
or how am I supposed to nod at the person next to me in traffic and act as though my heart isn't suddenly breaking

These tears come at chance moments and I still find that I am not prepared for the loss I feel when the sudden jolts hit
It's been a year now since you left
It's been a year since...
It doesn't make sense

Timing is everything, or so some say
Our time is gone
You are gone
Why is it that now, when I have the time, the opportunity to mourn, the tears are hiding, waiting to ambush me, wanting to catch me off guard so that I can once again cry
inconvenient tears






Written in memory of Mary Byrd, my sister, who passed away August 28, 2008.