Do you ever start crying for no reason? Tears that arrive unbidden Bearing more force than they deserve. Only it isn't for no reason, is it: It's the same reason as always. You cry for lost love, Unrealized dreams, Heartache and hopelessness. A life that was, One that could have been, A planned future that will never come to pass, Lost among the ashes that remain. It builds into great, anguished rivulets, Causing everything they touch to run. When the sobs abate without resolution, You wipe the mess your face became, Acknowledge your reflection in the mirror, And after straightening some item or another, Go about your day.