Good Grief

Paradoxical, isn't it?

It's hard for us, damn near impossible,

to accept that tears can be healthy

when we really think about it.

 

Of course, that might be our problem--

really thinking about it.

You see, there are some things you think about

and there are some things you know, deep down in your belly.

 

All I know--in my gut, that is--

is this: when I think about grabbing lunch and heading to Nick's room

to watch television and complain about our classes,

the tears that spring up aren't caused by bitterness.

 

Unless that's all good memories are,

just us being bitter about how things are now.

But I doubt it. After all, if the smiles were genuine back then,

how much more so now these tears?

 

Yes, I was happy back then,

and I'm happy now even though I can't wait 'til August.

So I think, despite the contradictions,

that I'll hold onto my good grief.

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