Tears

Crying is so real to me
as the tears roll down my face.
I reach my fingers up to feel,
this thing that brings disgrace.
I try to hold them back
but there’s no stopping then now.
It’s been so long since I’ve cried,
I’ve forgotten how.
Your hand upon my face reminds me
exactly where I am.
Standing at the alter.
A ring is on my hand.
I can’t remember why I hate
crying quite so much.
The smile on my lips admits,
I cry now only of love.