how these things work themselves out -- a response

and its over
one day
u wake
no ill will
no bad feelings
spilled milk cleaned from emotional floors
still don't shine like it used to
but
it's
over
this feeling of contempt
disenchantment
no more bad dreams
no paranoia
just indifference
and sometimes
yea, sometimes
these things don't work out

don't find nice spaces on shelves
polished with expectations
don't swoon like new love
don't believe in love
these things are indelieble
unforgiving
and unyielding
they stick like gum
and funk
and hate
and its simple

simple enough to ignore
to denounce
to rethink into the ground
the what if (s)
the should have (s)
and the disbelief
unbelievably
present
undeniable
it happened
no one can forget it
memories are never forgotten
just misplaced
and its unfortunate
that these things happen
at all