Poem: Sometimes

Sometimes I want to cry, to weep.
It comes when I am quiet and alone, not in turmoil.
I remember those I loved and those who choose not to stay.
I remember those that loved me and I could not choose to stay.
I remember those I loved and I destroyed the possibilities by mis-step or ignorance.
I remember those I loves that didn't get the chance to be.
And I remember who I thought I wanted to be.

But I don't cry any more.
Scarcely a tear.
Denial or acceptance, I don't know which.
And then the feeling passes,
Filled in with the “now of things”.
The past returns to a place beyond consideration
And I return to being who am I.