today I cried
for not having my mother close enough to hold me
for the 'us' and 'we' that will never be
for catching too many feelings all at the same time
for my ambitions and aiming too high
(for writing poems that always rhyme)
for living too far away from home
for striving in a country that I can never call my own
for the hopes and dreams that will never be real
for these empty words describing only half of what I feel
for losing that one great love I can never get back
for the steadiness and security I continuously lack
for intense emotions I can't simply put into words
for commitments made and gifts returned
for the death of a beloved who unexpectedly passed away
for that precious night we never wanted to turn into day
for the sadness that stays and endlessly grows
for the party of many who, at the end, walk home alone
for that missing piece that comes but never stays
for the morning enveloped by a cold and thick haze
