A Wallet With Memories, Not Money Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Is it better to never have made any lasting memories,
And be completely detached from life and lovers and friends?
Or to fabricate circumstance and chance in an effort to romance
The mind into believing there can be any hope to recover days or make amends?
To this I have no answer, because I am slave to both ideals,
Both benign and malignant in result and consequence;
Neither heart nor brain attend to the other's appeals.
For logic says to remain stoic and distant and alone and... safe;
While love says to embrace things as they are and to live for today.
Born a natural cynic with a penchant for soft lyric and fine company,
A man of moral dilemma am I, underestimating the sway that she
Had on the every opinion and thought and emotion that made me.
Yet indeed at this point I am somewhat reassured, with fair opportunity
For new lives and new lovers and new friends and new, me.