September 17th

It seems to be,
that sorrow can move mountains.
Suffering, Pain, Vulnerability.
When tears
fall from our eyes,
there is no language.There is only emotion,
which is universal.
We all share it,
and when we share tears,
we share
that we need each other.
I remember
that one time that I cried harder then I ever have,
I was leaving my
family in Nepal,
and I walked into Bhimala didi's room,
she looked at me,
right
in my eyes, and said,

"What to do??"

I didn't have an answer,
but what we did do,was
hold each other,and
we cried.
Those tears were so sweet.
She handed me a little black plastic bag
with my favorite biscuits and a water, and told me to come back later,
even if only for a second,
because I had to say
goodbye to her son.
She saw that I loved her, I saw that she loved me,
we knew we were going to
miss each other
so much, and that it was going
to hurt.
For once, we
understood
everything the other was saying.