That Day

That day;

that terribly painful, 

painfully unfair, 

unfairly cruel day 

from where on

nothing 

was the same. 

That day; 

the all consuming fire, 

still now a cross 

from a pen 

stokes the 

unquenchable flame. 

That day; 

eyes still glaze 

with wistful tears 

as lips linger 

on the syllables 

of an 

unused name. 

That day; 

few and far between, 

let them 

forever remain. 

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