Forever Missed

It hurt. It hurt so bad. It hurt so bad I felt the pain coming like a wave from the pit of my stomach up my body to where I knew it would escape in the form of tears through my eyes. I knew that the only consolation I had was that I would never feel this way again and that after I shed these tears I would shed no more. Not for anyone or anything ever again. What happened to me was so tragically unfair that there was nothing worse than that that I would have to cry about. My emotion gone forever. Then they came, they flowed out. A silent river. One eye then the other, I felt them trickle from my eyes, down my cheeks, to the tip of my chin where they dropped to my chest and rolled down till they hit my shirt and disappeared, gone forever. Again and again, until I thought they had stopped and I was thankful that I was done, no longer having to deal with the pain. So I placed my hands on the bench to get up. God knows how long I sat there looking down, shocked as I saw the picture I forgot I was holding. He was gone. His beautiful image eternally burned into my memory. In that second, I regretted every time I took him for granted. They came again. Silent, but there. They fell slowly, the same way the snow did. And as one escaped I felt the tear burning hot against the cold of my skin, slide down my face, where the old had dried and the new now laid.