there are sighs written in my eyes

there are sighs written in my eyes

there are so many things i still miss.
desperetly, some nights, staying up late
and replaying memories in my head.
i seem always alone with my thoughts
and they always seem to return
to the same far off places.
sometimes it's my past.
the mountains, the snow,
the life i lead for eight years.
i miss those things.
sometimes it's my future.
the possibilites, the unsurities.
i want to go back home:
my school with my kids
my carlos papa and my misti mama.
but i don't think my past
can become my future.
so i suppose i should just let.
go.

but why let go when there is nothing
new to grab onto?