Tears of joy, with a smile on my face, but of sadness, a grieving heart status.
Tears of welcome-a newborn baby, a solder returns, oh how I missed you are the tears’ words.
Those of heartbreak, toxic and burning droplets of a suffering soul, not quite ready to let this love go.
Tears of forgiveness, a sense of release, and the possibility of starting over again.
Those of memories, good or bad, a vibe that was summoned, from deep down inside.
The final tear, that speaks the loudest and won’t repeat itself—is the one I shed, as I take that single, last “release me” breath…