Revisiting: The Other Side

November 24th, 2019

How did I get so lucky
To know the blinding winter sun
For what it is, once again?

A hop and a skip over lace-trimmed ledges
Everything I was promised, and then some
Everything I had lost, refurbished and returned

Now I get to graduate
Into afterthoughts and details forgotten,
Into the warmth of a joyful memory,
No clouds in the mind’s eye.

I passed. With bleeding colors.
Not without fatalities.
I passed by, unnoticing,
Right in front of your house.

This poem is sweet, and immediately brings to mind the biting chill of November days when there’s not a cloud in the sky and the sunshine is deceptive. I remember driving by an ex’s house and realizing that I hadn’t even noticed or thought of them as I passed by, which was new for me. It felt like I had passed some small test to see if I had truly moved on from mourning that relationship. And I passed.