When the Need Arises

I do weep, when the need arises
When I pass roads once walked,
when thoughts overwhelm
and the pictures in them seem so real,
so recent, so soft

I do weep, when I need to be squeezed
When I feel full and the pressure seeps out
to run in lines along the sides of my nose

I do weep, and my thoughts drip and rip
and I sip
at emotion that refills me,
makes me full again
Until I weep, when the need arises