This Day

For years,

I stood in front of

racks of paper sentiments-

trying to make them ring true;

trying to find you and me.

I read each word

hoping somehow

this day would change everything-

I would wake to find

wise words, devotion…love.

 

I waited

Year after year…
 
buying gifts with all my hope

all my heart, and the last of my worth—

Costing me everything.

 

I sealed my heart

in each envelope

along with a card I didn’t believe...

someone else’s words

that I knew you wouldn’t even read.

 

The waiting

took its toll.

I lost myself more

and more of myself

each moment, each year, on this day.

So this year

On this day

I won’t stand in front of

an array of meaningless cards

and someone else’s prose.

I will stand

on my own

waiting for nothing from you

as I finally know--

you aren’t there.

You are

like this day-

just another Sunday

in a sea of Sundays

made special in name only.

 

My waiting

has been my burden.

Not yours, just mine.

And I let go, finally...

On this day.

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