How does one prepare
To face impending despair
What do you do
When you know the blues are going to hit you
You see the pages of calendar turn
A date with a memory awaits
Passing time hasn't yet healed the burns
Of a day when you were hit by a cruel twist of fate
You try to move on
Carefully treading down memory lane
Past flashing images of a loved one gone
The heart laments, aches and pains
The day passes punctuated with awkward silences
With the mind and heart attempting conversation
What one says the other refuses
Each year its the same situation
Someday the mind hopes the heart shall learn
To look back and remember
The years of pure joy
And not just one bad day in September
