The Vagaries of Serendipity

About this poem

Being in a love can feel like a bout of hysteria. Your days are full of lamenting fantasies. Your nights are full of lustful temptations. Like an endless honeymoon, close is never close enough. Then, there comes a time when those feelings fade in the comfort of stability. Sometimes, you lose sight of those passionate days of your youth. Sometimes, you let go of the dreams you once had and the hopes you believed would be the same in your future. You forget that "close enough" was once, simply, enough. As the days turn into years and then, turn into decades, if you're fortunate enough... time changes the very fabric of our being. What you once desired becomes a dream of the past. What you once believed becomes a fool's errand. The person you once were bids adieu to the person you have become, and all you're left with is the memory of what was. more »