Tears

"Tracy's don't cry son" he said to a five year old Alan on his knee "There's nothing we can't fix."

But I had heard them all.

Gordon's spilled when he failed his goal and the nationals seemed a distant dream.

Virgil's watching a movie that would allow them to fall in empathy but I knew the screen masked a hidden pain and aided release.

Scott's I witnessed just once, hearing his father from a doorway shed his own for a wife remembered on an anniversary.

John cried when he left for a frightening new beginning.

Not me. Never me.