Frigid to the touch
Bitter yet sweet
With the flip of a coin
Constantly running a thin edge
Nearly sharp as a knife

Memories play like old films
But not everything is black and white

Not a word
Not a breath
But my own
For what lies in the past
Make each moment last
Between then and now
This is what I have to bare
The sweat upon my brow

The mark of a year
How this would bring fear
Now that it is here
Right upon me
It refuses to clear
Suffocating like smoke

Pour a glass of water
Try to be a better daughter
Let the past be that
And nothing more
Either way;
It shall haunt me forevermore

The dulling of pain
Was all I had to gain
And I had everything to lose

This day
Brings shaking hands
An unquenchable thirst
A whisper
To turn back the hands of time
But no
Never to come to pass
Not again...

- Jay M
December 10th, 2020