I Cry

I cry.

I cry because of what could have been.
I cry because of circumstance.
I cry because the idea of you is gone.
I cry because hope has slipped out of my hand like a million grains
of sand I'll never get back.

I cry.

I cry because I felt understood.
I cry because that one hug was safe.
I cry because the electricity is gone.
I cry over what I thought was good.
I cry because it left as quickly as it came.

I cry.

I cry.

I cry.