And I realized: she had learned to feel pain without weeping from the broken side. She had simply rerouted. Her body had built a workaround while I was busy trying to demolish the dam.
I knelt in the gravel. I didn’t reach for a warm cloth. I didn’t press my thumb to her nose. I just opened my arms, and she walked into them, and I felt the dampness of her working eye soak into the shoulder of my shirt. how do you unblock a tear duct
And I think about the answer to the question I asked myself a thousand times in that rocking chair. How do you unblock a tear duct? And I realized: she had learned to feel
She rolls them. Both of them. Freely, easily, wetly. and she walked into them