VI. My Unchangeable Past

I would like to say I shudder
When I look at the past,
but I don’t.

I did the best I could
With what I had,
so too bad

If I wasn’t good enough.
Maybe you weren’t
good enough, either.

After my grandmother died,
I spent two years
trying to get back to her.

In her presence,
I had no past,
I had no sorrow.

Only with her
Was I ever
good enough.

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