Still haven’t wiped away your last tear, I see.
You see right, Tracy, The moon is as full and cherry-red as my heart once more, and here I am, rolling out paisley tears for another friend, like all I do is cry for friends.
You only see me when you hear the door slam. They don’t always leave me, my friends, you know. But they have to sometimes.
Shut up already, damn, Tracy sneers. Making out you feel as much pain for this one as you did for the last love you lost. Snivelling like he was your only friend.
And I think maybe you’re right Tracy. I can’t remember the last time I held his hand in the rain. But the thought of it did keep me warm inside. Like the man said. It isn’t love until it’s past.
Wipe away your foolish tears. He’s a whole lot better off than the fools he left here, says Tracy. I know he’s looking at me.
You don’t need to remind me good things never last, Tracy. That you always cry for love, never for pain.
But what is always without sometimes, Tracy? Haven’t you seen how the sun can be buried, even when it’s his time to shine?
Sometimes I feel. Sometimes I don’t.
Sometimes I wish it never snowed at all.
By Shihab S Joi
Hat-doff: Prince/ Wendy Melvoin/ Lisa Coleman