Tear Temple

I would like to create

a sort of tear Temple

A place where we go

Just to grieve

A mosque to unmask

A town crier church

to remember, let go

And then leave

To break down the walls

The ones against wailing

And take pride in a guttural woe

Stocked with soft hankies

And big weighted blankies

where sorrows commune and echo

2024

It's the end of the year of my Dad dying

and I'm thinking about why, so much, I'm crying

It's for what he won't see that I'm gonna do

but it's my ego's perspective of his seating view

Because he's gonna see whatever I do

but I selfishly want to see him seeing me too