I was having a good day.
You came with me into town where I saw some friends who were genuinely pleased to see me. I could feel your gaze on me and I felt loved and admired and even a little beautiful.

Later when we were alone you replayed what you saw and I cried. I thought only I could seen that corner of light in me that was humility, grace and love.
I cried because you confirmed that it was there. It had been on so rarely and so briefly that I had forgotten what it felt like.
And I cried because I wanted that light to be on all of the time, day and night, even when I slept.

I was crying for what I was missing.