Photograph images of past loves
pop like flashbulbs in my mind's eye.
The good, the bad, the ugly,
cycle round and round
almost too fast to discern
who is who.
The reasons each is in my past
are good and bad,
even some ugly.
That each ended though
is as it should be.
So the gratitude
for the lessons learned from each
fills me up and spills
to overflowing.
Today.
Today is today
and in spite of the rain,
which is always temporary,
I feel the sun coming.
~ Mk Michaels
