The Flywheeling Optimystic

Skillful reaction to dealing with hurt

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I broke up with two loves of mine

The day before Christmas
and the day after,
with lots of years
spilled in between.

One was my first love,
the other my fiancée.
They were both
true loves of mine.

One of them died young.
The other one got married
shortly after I revisited her.

They say in life you get
three great ones.
By that count, I got:
Two down…

One to go

During Covid
I wed another one
who I convinced myself
was a great one…

Despite my Self-deprecation
of Self-deception…
It turned out
not to ring true.

I need an uncloaking of
why I’m singled out again.
So, I ask the hovering gods
of the Universe this: