sometimes it’s good to cry (i hear –
i wouldn’t know; i am a guy)
and let loose of what we can’t change:

like things time takes as it goes by

 
sometimes i close the door and then?
there might be tears (or not) involved –
i reach for what’s familiar; known

like getting problems solved

 
 
or then, there’s always eating, drinking;
wandering around and thinking;
everything-but-ever sleeping;
secrets stored for their safekeeping

 
 
 
sometimes it’s good to laugh (i’m told –
i wouldn’t know, i watch instead)
and let go of that rusty chain

that’s kept us here, and words

unsaid