The day is approaching
A time of my arrival
Into an indifferent universe
Filled with sorrow and joy
Taunting with heartache
Yet teasing blissfulness
Full of melancholic loathing
The celebration of my survival
To I, it is naught but a curse
Though to a deity, merely just a toy
The omnipotent is simply a rake
For the torture had no real purpose
Each year an event played out
That would harbor resentment
Although I did hold a favorite
When i let her drive my new car
And awoke to a collision
Two states away from home
An adventure of an unfamiliar route
A minute of discontentment
And plans to recover it
Giggling over a woman so bizarre
It was a journey neither would envision
But this year will be spent
With loved ones, new and old
Without her around to meet
Those who I am blessed to know
And when I blow the candles out
I can’t help but to wish she were alive
Holding you in thought, friend.