by Kareen Rose

Created on: May 06, 2009

Again It Comes

Again it comes,
that month, that day
that I would like
to rip out
of my life,
the calendar
the year.

And as the days march
closer,
closer still
to that dreaded
horrible
unforgettable
day

I think of you
more and more
Not that a day goes by
without a thought
a memory
a picture
of you in my head

But more and more
they come
thoughts of you
until my heart
wants to break
explode
wither away

My life goes on
and so does yours
only different
better,
in a happy way
that leaves me
envious.

How hard it is
to carry on
when you, my first,
left,
too soon
too very early and
before me.

Again, it comes
this month
that day
that I wish to erase
from life,
the calendar
the year

But you, my son
would still be
gone.
And I'd be here
still,
left
to endure.

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