cherished wound
it’s the days
i forget
you’re no longer here
that get to me
i can’t believe i only thought about you on Sunday.
i’d trade the lapse in memory for daily grief,
because back then i still tasted bittersweet denial.
i could still play the game and pretend it wasn’t true.
i could still ring your phone,
catch your voice on the machine,
and convince myself you exist more than only in my dreams.
the nights are easiest, really;
delirium blurs reality enough to bring you back to now,
more than a brittle wick with no more wax.
it’s the daylight hours of obligation
that put you behind the blinders i simply cannot bear to face,
because i know that gap between recollection will grow wider each passing day.
it’s a wound i never want to fully heal.
-garr_ck
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-Dan Garrick