Biased

It was easier to leave

Somewhere if

On the final day

It was grey and

Miserable.

It was easier to leave

A job if

On your last day

They hurled abuse

As you walked

Out the door.

And it was easier to leave

A relationship -

Even a good one -

In bad circumstances

With curses

And insults

If need be.

Recency bias

They called it

Because we are fools

And sacrifice

A multitude

Of good times

Because of

A bitter flavour

Tasted

When departing.

All of those

Memories

Abandoned because

The last thing

We had

To remember

We preferred

To forget.

And because we

Are fools

We forget,

Or refuse

To remember,

How good that city

That place

That town

That house

That person

Was

To us.

We forget the

Good times

Because they are stale.

We forget that the job

Wasn’t bad

All the time

That some of the people

Actually made it

Worthwhile.

And we forget

That some Mondays

We didn’t even mind

Turning up.

And for my part

I wrote off

Good relationships,

Some lasting years,

Like an unscrupulous

Accountant.

Recency bias

I’m sure

Was some of it.

But above all

I think it was easier

In general

To forget

Than it was

To remember.

It hurt less

Too.

The tragic,

Final act

Was just

An excuse

I could use

To say

“I’m sorry,

Lucy who?”