And now my heart’s laid out/On the table before my eyes/Pieces every color shape and size/But it’s missing you…” -Bennett & Burch, Puzzle Heart (2002) from the album The Palace at 4AM (Part 1)
Y'all.
Someone asked me if I still cry in the years since my husband’s death.
Of course I still cry. I keep tissues by my bed, in my car, in my purse, in my shed.
I use my own sleeve to wipe my eyes some days. Once, in a lurch, I used my dog’s soft, floppy ear (thanks Ponyboy.)
Some of my friends out there, I have used your shoulder.
Do I cry because my heart got so broken? Sure. But I also cry because it's still beating.