as my pen touches paper
and my tears spill out on the page
as words
I wonder to myself
does anyone even want to
read these tears
freshly fallen
from a private kind of grief
that other people don’t even know
and then I remember
that in grief
we are all united
and my words
touch your heart
and you remember your tears
and your words
touch my heart
and I remember mine
and across the world
we are connected in the knowledge
that we have loved and been loved
that we love
and are loved
still
