The Party
Missed Connections in Savannah
In the years since, she had fallen
into traps and been wrong about
so many things, including forgiveness;
but when she saw him across the
crowded room standing behind the
curve of another woman’s neck,
smiling with people she didn’t know
and laughing at something she couldn’t
hear, she could only remember why
they had broken up and not how she
had fallen in love.
It wasn’t recalling
the bad times
that bothered her–
because in some
ways she blamed
herself–it was
having to remember
the good times that she couldn’t forgive.
Her Two Cents
Our orbits spin, collide, join together and separate as we search for a sun to pull us close. Traveling along, we gaze through the telescope looking for answers, directions, but see only our own lives reflected in the brightness of the stars. We ask ourselves, “Which is harder to remember; pain or joy? The end or the beginning?” and wonder why we even need to choose.
