Days like this remind me
Not to live in the past
But once a year
I’m reminded
Of past
I want to forget

I don’t want to live like this
But here we are again on this calendar day
And amidst all the lovely joyous celebration
I curse this day
And you
For it reminding me of you

Should I be okay with it all?
And all that’s been done?
Put it behind me and move on?
I want to
But sometimes the rage still seethes in me
Bursting and unable to be contained

Today my gentle loving self
My logical empathetic compassion
My understanding and appreciation of others
And the gift of their existence in this world
Is as dead as you are
And I’m okay with that



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