I met a man today. Something about him connected to something within me.
(He was lovely).
We were talking and I said something. About an experience I'd had. Something inconsequential, really. As I continued to talk I saw tears rise. And then softly spill.
Sorry. [he said]
I just smiled gently. And we kept talking.
I don't know what it was that I said that welled his tears. I didn't need to know. It was enough for us to just be there. Talking.
Being in the world. (together)
