The tears come out at night
when I go to show you something
or a certain TV show comes on
or any number of little moments catches me
and reminds me of time
stolen away from all of us
Time we assumed we had
but was never promised
Time that slipped through our fingers
in what feels like the blink of an eye
I’m not sure if I’m angry
I’m not sure if I’m sad
I’m not sure if there’s some small sense of relief
at the fact you’re free now
from all you had to handle
I just know the tears sneak up
on me in the quiet moments
Lord help me find the strength
I’ll need in due time