I know the date but I try to forget it. It’s not marked on the calendar but somehow it’s etched in my heart; it always creeps up on me, I try to busy myself with other things, forcing diversion. I never find comfort thinking of the last day you were here. I find a quiet moment, close the bedroom door and sit alone to consider this twelfth year withou…
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