Originally written on 12/09/17.
Like yesterday
I recall
That Christmas day,
That thief,
That cheat,
That day that stole you from me,
From us.
Yesterday
I tried
To imagine how life
Would be
If you had never been sick,
I couldn't do it,
Come to think,
I never really knew that kind of life,
Such a simple life,
So uncomplicated by
Blood clots and
Coumadin and
Extended hospital stays,
All I know for certain is that
I would be different
And people would get along differently
If you were still here.
Yesterday
It struck me
What this year means,
28-years-old,
14 before,
14 after,
Motherless for exactly
Half my life,
A milestone
Marked by tears,
A journey
Marked by tattoos and
Turmoil and
Bad decisions and
Opportunities for growth.
What a strange way to end a poem,
So confusing and open-ended,
But that's just how this works.
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