I am good at crying silently.

Slowly, or quickly, tears sting my eyes.

But I can blink them back,

Press my fingers into the corners of my eyes,

Hard.  To push the tears back in.

Notice though, a tear in my voice,

Which I can’t hide,

Unless I am silent.

Breathe, breath,

Don’t let my breath give me away.

Letting you know I am crying

Brings me more pain

So I smile, pretend, look away.

And I cry silently.