The Knowing.
I fear your glance, your stare in my direction.
What are you looking for? Worse....
What do you see?
"You're beautiful," you say.
And you start to cry...I think.
Yesterday, you laughed. And now I realize
Your laughter sounds like your tears.
And I am afraid when I can't tell the
Difference.
Because I love you.
And I start to cry because I understand.
A burst of enlightenment and I realize why
You cry.
I know you don't want to hurt me.
And I know that you don't love me.
And we cry together.