Poem on 8/15/2022

I used to live in poetry.

When I was young.
When I was in my 20s.
When I lived in a self-imposed existential crisis.
But aren’t all existential crises self-imposed?
Whether we like it or not?

I lived with sadness.
I listened to sad songs.
I mourned all of the time.

I couldn’t watch romantic comedies.
I didn’t like them.