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