nov16::: the sudden urge

and I had the sudden urge
to cry
somewhere between
significant other
and his poetry
the laughter
and the sheer irony
of pain
I reach for my pen
with shaking hand
knowing how this story will end
knowing I knew all along
knowing I had to bare
my soul anyway
as liberating
it is
as damaging
and again
I am here
in that place
still
where
love has nothing to do with it
and everything to do with tears
that still
fall