15 September 2008

the cliche human nature
victimizing my emotions
"absence makes the heart grow fonder"
and "the grass grows greener on the other side"
or maybe, "you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone"
question the reality among all these maxims--
is the absence necessitated by human blindness?
the virtue of loss, a mixture of regret and
gratitude--the strange clarity of retrospect,
or the taint of memory from grief,
merely a response to change, a moving on
like leaving a home of childhood
for a mansion of dreams, with
brand-new, top-of-the-line appliances
superior, but unfamiliar
and unsympathetic.
simple fear creates this fondness? unknown,
or the eyes that only look outward,
into the dark of introspective future
or the brilliance of yesterday's failures and what ifs