Heart's Cry

They
say your
stomach drops
when actually it
is your heart, sinking,
settling in your core; a
twisting, turning knot. That tickle
at the back of your throat and the itch
in your eye, where hot, salt liquid swims
soon overflow and tracks down your cheeks,
slipping and sliding to drip off your chin. Blinking,
a single diamond catches on a lash to softly drop and
land on a hand reaching to wipe a nose that now is as drippy
as a leaky faucet. Suddenly, comforting arms engulf you, and
warm whispers mummer in your ear; holding you close to a heart
that beats in time with yours. This warmth soon spreads to your heart,
that now slowly lifts from your core and settles back into it's rightful
place in your chest. The drips of hot, salt liquid start to slow,
while sniffles and hiccups turn into ragged breaths and then to calm.
Those arms that comfort, those words that soothe, that person
who came in your darkest hour, they know and understand
how a shoulder to cry on, and a hand to hold will help
to lift that heart that sunk, and dry those tears that
are cried, to stop those sniffles and hiccups
and make for a brighter and better
place in your heart. They know.