once more...your words

Your words I need to hear. I know you say them without knowing. Somehow they always fit. They are right. They are what I need. I miss your voice when it is absent. I make do with your words here in my head. Remembered words, or printed words, or words on my screen.

I so often cry when you say those right things. I know you can’t see me. I know you would wish the tears away. (or maybe you wouldn't. Maybe you would understand even this.) They’re not bad tears. Somehow they purge and purify and elevate my day.

It is inexplicable, indescribable, unknowable. I don’t know why. It just is.