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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