Razorblade Tears

by S.A. Cosby

It didn’t seem fair for a man to mourn someone abundantly that he had loved so miserly.

Human beings were wired to get used to just about anything. That didn’t make you hard. It made you indoctrinated.

“It’s easier to keep your head in the sand than it is to try and see things from somebody else’s point of view. There’s a reason why they say ignorance is bliss,” Ike said.

When the people you love are gone, it’s the things they’ve touched that keep them alive in your mind. A picture, a shirt, a poem, a pair of baby shoes. They become anchors that help you keep their memory from drifting away.

“No, hate. Folks like to talk about revenge like it’s a righteous thing but it’s just hate in a nicer suit,” Ike said.

This time they didn’t feel so much like razorblades.They felt like the long-awaited answer to a mournful prayer for rain.