It’s been two weeks, three days
Since I last cried.
I won’t lie—it’s the longest I’ve gone,
And it feels strange to be counting.
I’m not sure when this became normal,
This habit of tracking days without tears.
Even when I smile,
It feels distant,
Like there’s too much space between me and a real one.
They say pain lasts for a night,
And joy comes in the morning,
But it’s been years since joy stopped by.
I feel the hurt, though I can’t say why,
And the weight of it lingers.
I’m tired,
But I don’t even know what made me so worn out.
Still, I keep counting—
Two weeks, three days,
And holding on.
Mykell Writes
