In retrospect, it’s all much clearer.
The conditions seem much different
from this different perspective
and additional knowledge
make hindsight twenty twenty,
ten out of ten.

In retrospect, she wasn’t that pretty.
In retrospect, she was kind of a bitch
and a bigot
and I think I heard two or three references
to bestiality – but not the sexy kind.
In retrospect, it makes much more sense
and I see how much better off I be
now that I witness so objectively.

In retrospect, the sun shines brighter,
the bees buzz softer,
the trees grow less ominous.
I am at one with the world
now that I see the truth:
that her rejection
is the best event to have ever occurred
and the fine wine that seemed so delectable then
tastes, in retrospect,
a lot more like vinegar, after all.