It was just another day,
until I realized the date,
and then all my good-cheer
evaporated.
It was just another day,
until I remembered,
and grief crept in,
on padded feet.
It was just another day,
so long ago,
when I got the news,
and then it was the worst day.
Time passes,
healing the heart,
blunting the biting edge of loss,
with a string of other days.
God willing,
tomorrow will be
just another day,
forgettable and unshaken.
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