Tagged: anniversary

we have arrived on

we have arrived on
another first of april
like thirty-seven

rose-colored azalea buds
waiting for a chance to bloom
.
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one year later,

one year later,
whether or not we
can see the light
at the end of the
tunnel is a
question mark,
curved and curled,
shrunken like
muscles out
of practice –
and still, we
will see what
we want to see,
doling out hearsay,
not just convinced,
but justified
.
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rounding the corner

rounding the corner
to a coronavirus
anniversary,

we cannot believe our eyes
and ears, we are losing count
.
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anniversaries

anniversaries
come and go, in between, bound
together by love
.
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year one climbs into

year one climbs into
the suitcase of year two, and
you say it still weighs

the same, nothing has changed, but
somehow we have acquired more
.
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here is another

here is another
anniversary – three out of
four has passed through the

gate, we sit at the edge and wait
for our final companion
.
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one day before our

one day before our
thirty-fifth anniversary,
we still do not know

how to shed these layers, only
put on new ones to mask the old
.
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t-minus two days

t-minus two days
till the ninth anniversary
of our loss, your death –

all the religion in the world
could not reopen our channels
.
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on year three, we will

on year three, we will
not know how to celebrate –
feeling wedged between
.
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one year later, you

one year later, you
say it doesn’t feel any
different than all the

other days, you still love the
same – and that is all that matters
.
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