I feel it as strongly as I did when it happened, like a
splinter in my finger I can't take out, not always as painful as back then,
that night in the dark bar when I got up and left her there to fend for herself
I feel it as strongly as ever, when I turn the wrong way,
the prick of it going deeper into the flesh, an anniversary of something I
still regret, I still feel it because it will always be there, pricking at me
the way rose thorns but far less a symbol of love.
It no longer bleeds as it once did, it is dug too deep, yet
inching in on my soul and maybe even my heart, a pain I’ll never be free of,
made worse this time of year, an anniversary I do not celebrate, just haunts me,
and in the end I must live with its sting
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