I have no words to speak of these tears
That arrive unbidden, an exquisite release
That has nothing to do with grief.
I can do nothing but allow them to blanket me
with something that is not quite comfort, but knowing;
"Ah, so it is, this is what it is, and will be."
This is a moment that is purely mine,
A recognition, something permitted, at long last.
No denials, for I know myself,
And can be gentle, now.
I love you.