Tears
I held him in my arms as he wept, his body shaking with the fall of each tear. It resembled something from the pages of a Colleen Mullers as droplets of wet moisture began to sweep us into a frenzy of a soft blanket. I still held him under the benign rain as his cry began to soften and I soon shed tears of my own for him…tears for her. The salty drops running down my cheeks, along my lips, merging with the warmth of the sprinkles. I looked up from him, from the position of my chin that was resting on his head and for several moments was blinded by the revolving lights of silent sirens slowly departing from the scene. The sun had also gone now and we sat on his porch steps in the dark with only the moon's borrowed light, knowing that Jules had been watching us as we sat here in this position. I propped my chin back on his unmoving head and thought back to what had happened only a few hours before.