The Past

The sun
dries up all my tears
as I sit on the porch
on this hot, summer day,
thinking about my past.
I don't know why
I think of this
on such a beautiful day;
No clouds in the sky,
perfectly blue.
I think of what I would be
and who I would be
if my life had been different.
All I know is who I am today
is who I will be forever,
and I am happy with that