For me tears always flow as a reflex.
It happens suddenly.
Imagine the strap of your grocery bag come undone at the zebra crossing.
There goes all the contents spilling and rolling in all directions. You feel so exposed . You don’t know what to gather before the signal turns red.
You try with all desperation. Then decide to let go. You stand up and walk away with whatever remains ..of your items and your dignity.
It is always words. Not just sharp ones that hurt. But also the ones filled with love and concern, which came too late.