Its not crying, not sobbing.....usually totally quiet. Triggered by a thought, word, song, memory. Quiet realization that I have woken up in a new place....looking like someplace I remember, but strangely alien. Liquid falls from my eyes in a strange, continuous stream...unbidden, but unable to stop. It happens anywhere....at my desk, in a restaurant, at the airport security line. What is this weeping of my eyes? It is my soul pouring forth. I miss you.