the things we refuse

We are what we choose
and what we refuse
                         -Edith Tiempo




How many times have we talked about
childhood, work, people, the things
we've seen, heard, read.  Their names 
now familiar.  Little snippets repeated overtime
some with more details than truly remembered

or insight.  From the last time
the night was nippy, the stroll easy, or 
the last two bottles taking their time.
I tell you again the stories I do not read

something to do with romance, tall promises 
of love.  Also, family.  Although certainly
there are no escaping these, you laugh,
the world, being, simply these.