Tears

There were no tears that day. None the day that followed. Nor the weeks or months that followed. There was really no emotions given to the parted. It must have been at least a year. I think it was a picture. I felt the loss. Not a lot. But I felt it. Later a picture again. I felt a little more. Eventually it was words, sayings that used to be shared, places in common, memories of jokes and laughter. All of a sudden there was tears. Years later. For most an event of the past rarely reflected upon. To me now, the past is everywhere. Sometimes it seems I can not go a day without something reminding me. I find myself torn over lack of action. Things I should have done. Said. Years later. I have so many tears now for the beloved that has gone. Peace be with his soul as it is not with mine.