Gwendolyn Brooks
... Sometimes when I'm alone I cry, Because I am now forsaken and on my own. He left without a flash, And vouches never to return home again. The tears I cry are bitter and warm, They flow with life but take no form. I cry because my heart is torn, Since he’s been gone I find it difficult to carry on. If they would just lend an ear to listen, I would cry among my treasured friends. But who do you know that stops along, To help another carry on. The world moves fast and they would rather pass by, Then to stop and see what makes one cry. All I can ask is “why”. Why don’t they listen to my cries? Sometimes I feel so distraught and sad, And sometimes I cry, And no one cares about why. As I was riding home last night, -I looked to the sky *And thought of you -When the moon caught my eye. *Just like the month before, -It was full and low in the sky, *A bright orange and bigger than life, -The memories of before making me cry. *It was only a few weeks past -That you and I were so close, *And of the things I miss, -I miss your vo...