four brilliant years ago
this calendar on the wall
meant something different
the beginning of a lifetime
of memories
this year
it shows the days before.
fleeting, wasted,
I couldn't know
were slipping so quickly through my hands.
it shows the days after
counts the blind litany of days to come
the ones she'll never see.
This little gift used to fill my heart
now nailed to the wall
its twin returned to me
the eyes it was meant for
will never look on it
never count down the year again
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