We wouldn't eat
We wouldn't find the nourishment
To dance in the sun
We'd only be lying on our backs
Tongues dry and peeling
Poking out like turtles from the cracked shells of our mouths.
"Too much of a good thing," I guess
(Though I'm not quite sure
What "good" is anyways)
If the sky never cried
I think my tears would feel lonelier
Or purposeless
But instead, when I stand outside
And let both cascade down my cheeks
One hot, one cold
I'm suddenly reminded of
My humanity
And the strange, enduring comfort it is that
The thing that keeps the world
From collapsing in on top of me
Shares this same necessary release—
As gravity works its natural blessing
To pull our emotions down
And saturate the earth,
I don't quite know
Whose tears fall faster
Or harder
But I do know
It is good
To cry together
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