Lessons of my Annual Loss
gradual this year has come between us.
I tried to remember how old you were, tried
To remember your birthday. Let several minutes
Divide my understanding of us before I could recall
you. then tried to remember more but could never
Be sure that whats here were still true. The patio was
so honest that night, don’t you think? but no one told
what I have come to know this aging august afternoon,
That once I lost you I would forever perform the act
of losing you. I am continuously relearning that I
Will always carry you. What my heart has lost, seldom
fell away in wholeness. I can never guess what
A year from now I will misplace, the things that losing
Feel a great impossible forget, but I can easily put name to
The nights I woke where the first thing I could say
Before even my own name-- was your birthday.