One in three hundred and sixty five
marked with an x on my calendar.
It was a common day,
nothing to write in my journal.
The sun rose and then it set.
What foolishness to have ignored it.
Moments gone and never regained.
I was too consumed in my boredom.
I had breath and health,
my love sitting next to me,
to be acknowledged.
If I could turn back the hour,s
I would clutch that precious day
and hold it close to my heart.
Grief has torn through me.
Yesterday I could hold you,
feel your touch on my skin.
Today you are gone.
© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011