We need to normalise
Crying in public.
It’s something very normal,
Very kind; a statement.
And not everyone cries
Because they’re sad.
My favourite tears
Are those that come
When I think of you.
They start in my chest
Where my heart is,
Where you are, always.
A knot in my neck at first
And then a flow of love
With nowhere else to go
But down my cheeks,
Because it’s very normal
To feel so moved.

