another anniversary

there is a five year old memory
distilled like cheap grain alcohol
the thoughts are as dark as
the nights we made midnight runs
to avoid paying the rent
the pain burns like
the lit end of a cigarette
but somewhere along the way
it abated, ebbed in the oceans of time
my metaphors repeat themselves
dripping from my tongue
like pavlov’s dogs
you are still gone from
a short drop and a sudden stop
and i am alive despite
my best efforts
remembering to savor each moment
as if it’s the last

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