CXIX: An anniversary of loss in view

Last year! Last year! I hated it last year!

And even now, it’s many months ‘til then!

And everything between is lost in fear.

Last year?? I will not feel better in ten.

Forgive me, I forgot to wear the mask.

Pretend I’ll soon recover what is broke.

What’s broken? What’s the matter, do you ask?

Nay. Hide that yoke beneath a happy cloak.

For now we try to not endure that cross.

We play the game before us, for we must.

And muscles will imbibe neglected loss,

their mute acceptance is the thing I trust.

Nay, make me not remember what’s not here.

Do not make me remember yesteryear.