A single tear
drips
on the bed
as I stare at the white wall we painted when I felt
hopeful.
Depression is a funny thing;
you don’t always see it coming.
But it comes
crashing
like those waves at the Outer Banks
that almost drowned me.
We laugh about it now,
how silly I looked running from the shore.
But it scared me.
And so does this.
So does this.
