the tear rolls down your cheek
and my heart surges at the sight of its transparent outline against your tanned skin.
who am i
to receive such a story of love and pain?
and who am i to receive the gift
of your tired body walking all the way down to the Coffee Cup?
a journey you rarely dare to make.
and, if i may ask,
who are you
to have such clarity and faith to know your own soul and tears well enough to share them with me the first time we meet?
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