Involuntary tears fall as takeoff begins
Why they cannot wait
For a more private moment
Is not for me to know.
The desire to be strength for her
Amidst the struggles of my own life
Tears were not a part of our conversations.
Unless they were hers.
Mine come later.
The loss, the grief, the pain, the desolation
Pages of large print, five inches from my eyes
Sadness not in short supply
The helplessness is not just hers.