Crying

Sometimes I think I've forgotten how to cry.
My heart is hard and strong.
It beats alone,
Powerful, solitary, independent.

I eat and sleep alone,
Forcing myself to "get used to it."
I'm toughening up.
Getting ready for the onslaught
Of eternal bachelorhood.

Today I'm reminded,
The 'edge' isn't strength,
It's despair.

I cried.
The tears washed away the
Hopelessness.
A salty cleansing of my soul.

My trigger, a movie.
Is there one waiting for you?
A hug, a child in the street,
A blossom floating by on a breezy day?

God, I hope you find it soon.
This is a good place to be.