SOMETIMES

Tears come easily to me these days, but I know not why.  There is a river at my feet, where there was not one before, not for years anyway.  I’ve spent so much time with friends lately, but somehow I feel so alone.  My feelings are heightened.  When I am mad, I punch things; my right hand is swollen.  When I am sad, I cry, sometimes uncontrollably.  Sometimes on the street, in front of people.  Sometimes by myself, in my palms.  Sometimes, I think of feelings and my heart sinks.  Sometimes I think of feeling and my heart  tears.  Sometimes I just don’t care anymore.   Sometimes, I just want to say good bye and wish everyone well.