once I’ve learned a lesson
I tuck the details into a folder in the back of my mind
and move forward
always heading toward the next new thing
the ones who came before today fall
into two categories
the first are the majority
vague descriptions on a mental form
discussing what they taught me
the lesson detailed to the smallest atom
but their faces
painted with the broadest brush strokes
faded and almost forgotten
the second category are the incomplete projects
things where I still haven’t figured out all the facts
and so they remain crystal clear
and frustratingly present
love is a complex field of study
there are so many variables that
even a full heart has questions left unanswered
a complex field of study [poem]
Larissa Lee 