my tears
are for the stranger in me
lost in loving another
so completely
into the keeping of another heart…
Of daring to cross a threshold
where such loss
would shatter my known world,
where this loosing
had to happen
to know the beauty
of such vast emptiness and space…
These tears
are for the waking...
to find myself older
and the young woman in me
somewhere else in time
in the space between my breathing
and my heart rhythm
that echoes throughout this silent,
silent house…
There are no words
for this place between sorrow and happiness,
this crack in the wall
of all the excuses for not being me…
My tears know this…
They are the map
for taking the first step
to finding
my way home…