Memory serves me well,
yet why do halcyon days pale
before the struggle and memories of loss
that so haunt my mind?
Is their echo a lesson not learned,
that it lingers so profoundly,
to remind me of my failures,
the harsh reproach of choices made?
Perhaps I am a maudlin soul,
cling to the losses for some masochistic gain,
where suffering is a just refrain,
for all of my mistakes.
Maybe the hurt lingers longer,
and sweet memories are too many to recall,
so a mind holds those wounds unhealed,
until by shear will, they fall.
In warm afternoon breeze I do sit,
eyes closes and reminiscing,
holding onto love’s rewards,
trying not to find a delicate hurt, what is missing.
I guess I cannot forego the pain,
for it is me, and I would not be the same
without it, for loss is gain by another name,
and life serves us well too, in wisdom.
Tony DeLorger © 2017