Crying Spot

Back when we were younger

We had a spot.

We had declared it

As the crying spot.

It was safe

And far from the crowd. 

There, no one could see our tears

Or hear our sobs.

Words weren’t necessary to be said,

Hugs were what we gave one another.

We used to

Sit wordlessly

And tears would roll down.

We’d bury our secrets in the ground,

Let them unbothered.

The spot listened to us,

With us.

It understood us,

And didn’t judge us.

I yearn for that spot,

The one that belonged to us

For a few short years.

I miss the calmness it brought.

Sitting there crying with friends

Made everything seem better.

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