Lesson

Disappointment has a rancid taste.
One you don't expect;
One that will, each time,
Take you by surprise.

No matter that you anticipate,
Expect and avoid, simultaneously.
No matter that you know
It will somehow sneak in.

Contrary as it seems
There is a pattern.

Each time, the same.
The build-up to expectation. 
The garnering of shreds
Of feeling, tangible and otherwise.
The neglect of  the knowing. 
The  ignorance.

The pattern falling in place.  

And you tell yourself.
I know. I knew!
I've learnt my lesson.

Ha!

20 April, 2012