December 10th

December 10th, 2018.

A horrible memory. 

Sadness swells.

Tears start to fall.

To everyone else that day is just a day.

To me, 

That day was the worst day of my life.

Winter passes.

A new year comes.

Things are different.

Something is missing.

I wonder what things would be like,

if he were still here.

Memories come back.

Sadness swells again.

Tears fall and laughter fades.

December 10th, 2018.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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