The Moment

I cry
that which is in the moment
is but for a moment
and the moment
is gone

I cry
the tears I shed
were never shed
when they should have been
and not because
in the shedding
comes the understanding

I cry
the passing
of the seasons
from one’s season
to the next
and I fear
that in the passing
the passing too will be gone

I cry
all of those
who have cried before me
for all of the reasons
Here now I cry
and wrap around me
all of the tears
that all of humanity
has ever left unshed.

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