Poem: The service

The service

It was beautiful
and I wish
I felt more connected,
but I don't, not
really, which is hard
to even admit,
but there is still
a bit of resentment
or fear or both,
and I wish
I did not
have that
but history
doesn't vanish.
What happened then
is still relevant
to me, is part
of the past
that brought 
us to this moment,
and I know
it is different now,
but the feelings remain.
I can't be free of that,
even if I wish I were.
It happened
and I remember it.
That is enough.

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