Tears

I think of what I've screwed up, and tears flow.
I think of what I miss, and I cry
I wonder about the futility of life, and finding a special someone, and I weep.
I reminisce of the good times we had, and I sob.
I ponder if our friendship can be repaired.

I lay in bed, my mind going over all the stuff that is unfair, knowing that there's 
nothing I can do about it but wait, and purge my mind of the negative thoughts.
I sit at work, and ask myself, "Am I missed?" and get teary-eyed.

I ask myself if I'm making the right decision, and hope that I am, even though I
can't be sure.

I weep away my troubles and emotions, but like an ever filling cup, the emotions and troubles
are still there.

Wouldn't it be great if when your tears disappeared, your sorrows and pains disappeared
as well?  One could cry out sorrow and heartache and melancholy.

And yet. More tears will come, though they come less frequently now. Time heals all things.

Even tears.