My friend treats
Painful recollections of the past
With a resolute purposeful apathy
Creating an emotional mush
Of good and the bad
Which, while bland in taste,
Is still a satisfying blend
Of his ecstatic and painful past.
I, the consummate dissenter,
Create a poignant stew
Concocted of chunky emotions
Of both my enfant past
And immediate memory
A sea of contrasting sensations
Which at times arises in elation
Or sometimes stings with poignant pain.