Michael’s Tears

Michael’s Tears

I found the tears
I cried for you
wadded up in a tissue
in the pocket of a coat
that I hadn’t worn
in almost a year

since your funeral

I found them
right before church
where the message was
to seek guidance
to say “yes” to God
even on a cold February day
when there is snow
clinging to the ground
lingering
refusing to go away

just like last year

Just like last year
when I walked by your casket
on the way outside
into the cold light
when I thought
what a crying shame
to bury a California boy
so deep in cold Missouri clay