Why cannot I not quit crying?
Is it what I leave behind or what I embrace ahead?
Is it the comforts I’m leaving or the comforts I’m meeting?
Am I overdone…and coming undone?
Has it been too long?
Or is it more?
Is it telling?
Telling me more…
Pointing a new direction,
Illuminating (albeit dimly) a new path,
Moving me on from where I am?