If I were you I'd remember
it was a matter of timing
first love, then death.
So why does love and death take us by surprise?
That's what I like about disappointment--
there's not a limit in sight.
We brush against pain, confusion,
snag fingers in joy, happiness.
Disappointment?
There are worse things
but not many.
~
[Previously published in The Poet Magazine.
A New World: 2020]
