“and when I cry, I cry not because of the pain
I cry because of the many times I wish you were
It has nothing to do with you, with what you did or did not do. It’s a cry of relief, a cry of sigh, and a cry of “coming home.”
It’s a cry for all the times I believed I was right (but was wrong). A cry for the many times I messed up (but you were never there to say “it’s ok”). A cry for the moments I was brave (but I was really scared). A cry for many occasions I was numbed (but feeling the pain). A cry for all the times I needed help (but you were not around).
It’s a cry for all of my successful events and milestones and for the many times I sure did good (you failed to witness). A cry for all the wonderful opportunities (you missed).
I cry my love because it feels so good to be home, in your loving arms.
A homecoming cry is how I want to call it.