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.



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