Comical thing about recollections
not being written in stone
but drawn with etch o sketch art
where shaking is not an option.

Rubik’s cube complexity
constantly twisting and turning
where the worst or best memories
can be dropped changing the averages.

The past lover
becomes the villain
when for five years
there was enough reason to stay
as love is spoken less
before you leave.

Somehow
memory draws me better than the original
kinder and compassionate
thanks to judgement on the curve.

If life continues long enough
I could have been a Jim Thorpe
a mismatched shoe nonpareil
or writer
with something worthwhile to say.