Getting Over

There’s no end to the angst about “getting over” someone you once loved, someone gone away in space and time, but still residing in your mind. Well, here’s a clue about forgetting— you don’t, you won’t, not entirely, no matter how hard you try. The human brain, you see, and the heart if you are romantic, do much more than fire off signals and pump and chug and keep us from returning to the dust. They are vast warehouses— think Amazon without automation— from which we draw when there is the occasion. There are stored the things new and wonderful which yet we have to enjoy, but there are also shelves of the old and refurbished that might seek of us again to employ. It is these rogue used items that cause us so much pain when we snatch losses away from potential gain. Some of these items come back to us in dreams, some come in chance meetings, but however they arrive we don’t honor them with greetings. They trouble us, these used returns, so take them from the shelf, examine them carefully and put them back, you’ve been there with them, you’ve done that too, they weren’t the perfect fit so focus on the new, for however much it hurts, they’ve helped make you you.

Bluejay

Veteran of old My Poetry Forum before its hiatus. Happy to be back.

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