"City Tears"

I do it at night.  Nobody around.  Just me in my mind.  Only the city sees me crying. 

Friday night was trying to rain but it could do no more than a foggy mist.  I felt much the same way. 

The call from the cradle was more than I could bear that night.  My kids, too young to know how much they need their dad silently call for me.  Their future speaks out desperately pleading.  I numb my soul to them fearing the pain within. 

The lights were out on the Chicago Theater marqee... it was very late.  The misty heavy air fogged my glasses and drops of water fell to my cheeks and down my face.  I knew they weren't my tears and didn't wipe them away. 

I usually welcome the thought of crying but tonight was different.  

To allow my heart to cry would break the dam that protects me.  The flood would drown my soul and I would be lost in a dark sea of tears. 

I must manage my tears.  And so I cry.  Alone at night.  Nobody around.  Just me in my mind.  Only the city sees me crying. 

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