Tears

My words hold the power to summon tears, and it terrifies me. I see the shining eyes, the hand wiping the eye, the drop falling, and it seems to me that a soul is leaking out. I wrote something, said something, and now a soul is leaking from those eyes, and evaporating into the night air. Small matter that the tears come from a full heart: I still caused them. How can I dare have this impact on another human? Friendship is an unutterably immense responsibility.