The passing of another year
Is nothing to my mind
Except a small reminder of
The Clock still ticking time.
I miss you no more on this day
Than all the days before,
I have spilled too much blood for me
To hemorrhage anymore.
A day cannot remind me of
What I never forgot.
A spotlight can’t ignite what was
Already scorching hot.
The emptiness you left has been
A black hole in my mind,
I am not caught off-guard by all
The space you left behind.
Though I will shake the hour’s hand,
Its grip does not surprise.
The pain will be there every day,
Just as the sun will rise.
I am not numb. The earth remains
In smolders, spinning on,
But one day cannot hurt me more
Than each day you’ve been gone.
– s. Clark