Contemplations in Retrospect
To think that I was beyond the days of
in retrospect was the first step,
in a room with endless stairs.
Assurance: my ART-
to convince myself
blinded (purposely) from relative
Confident I had been-
the vacant, vacuous days of the vast void.
Solitary without reminders/nostalgia,
Boasted, flaunted my newly conceived independency.
But today, when I thought the end had been reached,
did I realize,
my pride push away when I saw imagination run away with
The pain to try to return you to me,
will be far less haunting than to
living without you and,
-Cindy Moon 2/14/05