Poem

I think that maybe sometimes
you forget that the stranger
next to you on the plane
is trying to hold back
tears and hold together
his head because something
in him is urging him to
fall apart and i think
sometimes you forget
that we all have
scars that are not visible
and not painted
on their arms like mine
and i think
sometimes we forget
that the past is so
painful but so is
the future.