cloak of tears

sitting outside,
on what’s left
of a tuesday,
questioniong a vacant
purple-black sky,
feeling bruised,
no stars in sight,
the limbs of trees,
shadowing the horizon,
mirroring my soul’s
need for embrace,
reaching out,
coming up empty;
i feel nothing.

without warning,
it begins to rain,
no light show,
no thunder roar,
swollen and unstable,
the sky refuses
to blink back
years of heavy tears,
finally giving out,
soaking my scalp,
wetting my cheeks,
saturating my shoulders,
in cloak and reminder;
it’s time to let go.