untitled 1999

a post on a friend's blog about her mother and their relationship got me thinking about a poem i wrote in 99. i don't write many poems. but, one day at work i wrote this poem. i can't remember why exactly.


I cried when he was in the hospital.
I cried after every visit.
I haven't talked to him in a long time.

I cried all my life for the one who left me behind.
I always cry when I think about him.
When he's gone will I regret that I didn't try?
Or will I just cry?

And now I cry.