Good Memories of a Bad Time
I remember you
With a strange sort of fondness.
A memory of hating you, or rather,
Hating things you–and I–had done.
But then, some sweet images
Imprint themselves on the retina of my heart,
Recalled, without intent.
There, they throb and glow with a steady beat,
And become bittersweet,
Good memories from a bad time.
They will be perfectly explained with words like
Unrequited and
Besotted,
Foolish and
Self-sacrificing;
But now I have words like
Strong and
Proud,
Passionate and
Spirited–
All words I’ve claimed beyond my memories
Of you.
Perhaps I will encounter my memories in
The flesh one day, revisited.
Will I forget all I have learned?
I think not.
