reflections

I glimpse
in my rear view mirror,
the storm clouds
and in them is my past.
I am filled with longing
not for the youth
but the desperate desire,
the want,
need
that filled and fuelled me.
The lack of it
makes me sterile
empty.
I miss it.
Tears for me seep
through my pores,
blurring the rear view world
behind me.
I miss me.