I HAVE CRIED

I have cried, as I wrote.
I have cried, as I thought.
I have cried for nothing
and I have cried for all.

I have cried the same space.
I have cried the same taste.
I have cried the same pain.
I have cried the same cry.

Be it of joy or be it of sorrow,
tears would again visit,
from a strange territory, yet very much ours.
Yes of course, I was crying for the one
I was about, one day, to encounter ;
as you were about, one day, to engage.