This has not been a good day. Here is a poem.
This time last year.
my soul needs saving from my memory
it catches me off guard with scenes that i don't want to see
we're over packing limes for a trip to the silver sea
face to face, warm skin; eyes reflecting beauty
i wish that i could switch it off somehow
so tired of fighting, of this angry, tear-stained row
to lose even one distracted touch is more than i'll allow
i wish i had forgotten you by now