Every year at this time, my memories of you become my undoing...
Your face haunts my dreams... giving me sleep but no rest, and nightmares where I'm losing you all over again.
Every year at this time, solace comes in the form of stinging hot tears that are as salty as the ocean...
Crying becomes a common occurrence and emotions with no name impose on my sanity.
Every year at this time, I become a shadow on the wall, a glum fragment of myself...
I try to push the feelings deep inside, but they always manage to claw their way back to the surface.
Every year at this time I am broken by my loss... piece by piece until this time of year passes.
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