Before that day, the day my world shattered

when I unexpectedly lost my darling Mum

tears were a rarity, a foreign language to me

but life has a way of unravelling the tightest knots

from that fateful moment, a floodgate opened

and for the very first time in my entire existence

I understood the raw, downright language of tears

It took her sudden absence to shake my composure

and I simply could not hold back my deepest sorrow

a torrent of tears, uncontrollable, relentless, endless

flowing like a river, defied my decades of resilience

I cried everywhere, in quiet moments of solitude

in places where I never imagined breaking down

I cried more tears than I had in all my years combined

Now, I do not cry as much, but the hurt remains

and though time has dulled frequency of my tears

but not the depth of my pain, as my heart still aches

with the same intensity, wounded by her absence

I still feel the damn weight of all that I have lost

she is gone, but she is everywhere, perhaps, that

is the most beautiful, heartbreaking truth of all

I see my tears as the purest form of love for her

every sob, every tear that still finds its way home

is a testament to the bond that loss cannot sever

my tears, after all, are the ink with which I write

the story of her, a language saying “I miss you”

 “You mattered” or “This love is as strong as ever”

So, I will let my tears flow, I will let my tears speak