When We Finally Come to Terms with Life as It Is

A poem

People are not who you
thought they were.
Love insincere.
You realize, your
thinking is not at all
like those you once
held dear.
You know you can’t
go back to them
as they’ve lost their veneer.
It’s okay though—
you understand it now.
It’s becoming more clear.
Yet, there’s still
that part,
— the history
that has been
blown apart.
You would have liked things
to be…