2021/6/25 #poetry Disappointment, as usual, from something small. Lack of perfection rather than genuine impediment. Not near total dissatisfaction. It's how close it gets that makes it disappointing. The reality check is it's good for now. There's nothing really wrong, just a 'perhaps, if it only... I could'. Like a friend that is always one minute late. You have nothing to complain about, it's just annoying. Missing something that was never there in the first place, like spellcheck on paper. The sting is that you can't even suck it up and make do. It's everything you need, no sacrifice necessary. The 'if only', if present, would still remain, now: 'if only I had the time'. Sigh.