This time last year I would have hesitated
But a lot has changed in the last twelve months
And now I am becoming the person I once hated.

What was once piano and ballroom dance
Has made way to alcohol and violent sex
And with each drink I imagine your hand around my neck.

I silently wonder if I should call
And whisper through the phone how much I love you and I couldn’t be more sorry
That I have been drinking, and you are still out working.

And I told myself I wouldn’t cry
But this alcohol has begun to take over my mind
And the only words I can manage to sigh out to you are

Happy Anniversary.