You have taken account of my wanderings. Put my tears in Your bottle—are they not in Your book?
You pull into a parking space, turn off the engine, and the tears come before you can open the door. When they ease, you check your eyes in the mirror, take a long breath and go in to buy milk as if nothing happened. If you've had a moment like that, you might also know how quickly an apology follows, even if it's only in your head.