Remember how much you've forgotten
before you decide how much of life
to give up on, and throw away. Remember
how unexpected almost every one
of all of the bests
you have ever had,
really was at the time.
How you couldn't believe
it was happening to you,
while it was happening.
Please note, at this moment
you do not expect
anything like that, ever again.
Just as you didn't then.
So when have you ever?
Now as then,
you can't ever believe
that it was or it could be happening.
That's how it is, in the time between.
But who
knows what
tomorrow will bring?
Clichés, most like.
More of the same.
Same verse,
Same verse,
on the way
to a different refrain
So very well put.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mel! I was happy with this one.
ReplyDeleteIn fact, I will be happy with this one again. I will love this one. I feel sure of it.
Poetry is a mnemonic for storing and recalling emotion to where you can feel it again. It is no substitute for life, but a preparation for it. It's a way of learning the lessons of experience by heart.