As though death can happen
Once
Twice
Innumerable, soul ripping, mind bending times.
Whenever she reaches out with I miss you
As if in helpless need
Freshly healed,
Pink skinned raw wounds
Start to bleed.
If only, she says, you didn’t have a temper
If only you could think, for once, about others.
As though history could be rearranged
Memories erased
Truth denied
Like children’s bedtime tales.
And I realize
Nothing has changed.
Sadly, nothing will.
And so I lose her again.
More painful than the loss anew
Is knowing
This time it’ll be easier to get through.
-alka