Triggered

Seeing the rain pour on to the car

As we pick up speed reminds me of

The legs in a glass of wine

Which reminds me that I only have one living grandparent

And I just want to stand in the rain and cry.

But I don’t

because I always thought crying was weak

And I don’t want to be labeled as emotional

Even though I’m grieving

Which is normal

And everyone goes through it

But I just can’t get myself to cry.

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