(Poem) Eidelons - VII

VII.

My pain is an abandoned friend
embracing all the tighter
for having left

At its return, I wonder why
I missed it

Reminiscence of lost things
is not always well placed

Sometimes things lost
are best gone

Their absence making room
for something better


All glitter and guile

Yesterday’s good thing pales
in the light of the new day

The tarnished glaze softens
in time

The harsh light that once
threatened tears
its scar, now healed

Only serves to strengthen.