I cried

I cried when the penguins told us we did
not pray hard enough for JFK, yeah we killed
JFK not the gunman on the grassy knoll.

I cried when my Grandfather died.

I cried sitting with a friend on a comfy floor
in front of an empty fireplace. saying our
first goodbyes, knowing we would meet again.

I cried in the middle of a deep wood
sitting with my back against a lob-lolly pine
looking up at the amber sky through
the bottom of a bourbon bottle

I did not cry while i loaded my
357 round by round. i did not cry
when i placed it in my mouth

I cried when i thought of
never seeing my friend again.

I have not cried since
but thanks for showing me
how
should i ever find the need again
i cried