Sometimes I can’t help it but cry.
I don’t cry because it’s sad.
I cry because I think about the past,
And the future.
Are they watching?
Will they watch?
Why did it happen?
What will happen?
I think about him,
So protective,
So playful,
So careful;
The past.
Why?
I also think about him,
So funny,
So playful,
So loving;
The past.
Why?
I think about them.
What will happen?
I am worried,
Scarred,
Afraid,
Will I be alone?
I watch a movie,
I read a book,
I listen to a song.
Sometime I can’t help it but cry.
I don’t cry because it’s sad.
I cry because I thing about the past,
And about the future.
I loved them,
I love them.
I will always love them all.
What will happen?
