Men Cry, Too

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I once dreamed
a dream
where men knew how to cry
and loved to feel
and let their hearts decide
what is right
and real.
These men could cry
for any reason
in any season,
because tears
were the currency
and could be earned
and freely given.
Men cried
for no reason at all,
because the universe is vast
and we are small,
because moms pass away
and that will never be okay,
because dinosaurs are gone
and that feels sad, too,
and everyday, entire species disappear,
while we cheer
the latest advance
against mystery and happenstance.
These men cried
for the loves they still had
and the one that got away
on an otherwise ordinary day,
because men struggle
to grasp
that hearts
don’t hang from strings
but instead dangle just out of reach in space,
the final frontier,
the one so far
because it’s right here.