So it’s three years ago,

so it’s today,

so every moment of my day,

spent trying to find a way,

to let go,

to move forward

to forget about anniversaries,

at least the ones,

I want nothing to do with

anymore.

Yet there are strings,

parts of my life I can never forget,

nor do I want to

for they have made me the person I am.

So, it’s today

and I can’t stop wondering,

I keep retracing my steps,

and they come back to you.

So it’s today,

I welcome a memory,

only when at least one day,

I might feel worthy of your feeling this way.