Getting Over It

Experience is a harsh teacher.
 
It seems like I'm supposed to stop
Pursuing the particular sorts of people
That I've heretofore pursued.
 
I get ensnared.
I fall in love.
 
But I'm not right for them.
 
Okay, so I evolve,
And I get over my attraction to them.
 
But then the cycle starts all over again.
 
I'm losing count
Of all the amazing changes
I've been put through.
 
At times I feel
I wouldn't trade any of it,
Not even the most painful moments
Away for any price.
 
Except maybe for a single one
To settle down with
And love.



19 March 2000

by Bill Cattey

Notes on this poem.

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