It Never Rains. Full Stop. Poem by Dan Reynolds

It never rains. Full stop.

The tears I never cried
fell in some other dimension.
Year after year
Tear after tear
Building up
this colossal
stalagmite of sorrow

But in this other dimension...
Sorrow is a treasured commodity
and I’m just glad
I could do my bit.

In this dimension,
all the caves are out in the open
The sun only shines at night
and the worthy
keep their badges in their pockets

In this dimension
Indecision is instant
All the mirrors are made of mud
All the rivers bleed with joy
And everyone you’ve ever missed
waits patiently
for our next tears

The ones we never shed.