Old Flames

in my years of drinking
I had brief encounters with
a number of remarkable women

most of whom disengaged
once they realized they
could not compete with booze

and these separations caused
considerable pain and anger
an old, old story

but I have not forgotten
these women, so more evolved
than I was at the time

and I hope that somewhere
in the dark corners of memory
moments of joy and connection

emerge, not to erase pain
but to temper it with
a fuller story:

the past is neither dark nor light
experience neither wrong nor right

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