“Happy anniversary!” rings hollowly in my ears.
Three years ago, that would have made my heart sing with joy.
Today, my heart bleeds.
Three years ago, I said, “Happy anniversary”
Trying to patch a fast-failing relationship
And he responded with anger--
Angry words frozen in indelible ink in my heart,
When you try to erase indelible ink, shadows always remain
Difficult to erase the thoughts and hear the truths instead.
Three years ago, I hoped.
Today, I weep.
My heart yearns for a time of innocence,
A time when I believed the happy words
And thought the angry ones to be
The anomaly...
But that was in another country,
And besides, the wench is dead.