Another Year

[thisnewday]

There it is, yet again:
Another something, triggered by nothing.
I stand, walk, from room to room,

And suddenly, the tears threaten.
I catch my breath, walk through another doorway,
Tense momentarily, and they are gone.

Except for the aftertaste,
The bitter promise,
Of their return.

Later, I walk down the stairs,
Gripping the handrail,
Having gotten older

Another year,
It seems,
This very day...

LPK
Dreamwidth
9.13.2017