Yesterday you stopped me from crying,
You thought it was a weak man’s wail,
A child’s insecurity,
A foolish man’s choice.
But tears well up into one’s heart from somewhere,
They never lie,
Their exercise is as fundamental as that of a breath,
As noble as a heartbeat’s.
Let me cry and unburden myself –
I do not feel any shame,
No man is more human than his tears,
No man is smaller than his heart.
Suffern, New York, December 8, 2017
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