writing: one year ago, today

let's keep hiding, all quiet like

they'll keep seeking but they won't find us

let's keep living a quiet life

you and i

[a fine frenzy]

sometimes i pause

and think

about 365 days

one second there i am

in the middle of something big

or something small

but it's enough to preoccupy my thoughts

my emotions

my energy

my time

and then, as quickly as it came,

it passes.

and the calendar tells me, it's been a year

and my heart sometimes has forgotten

and sometimes is still hanging on

to whatever it was

hope?

exuberance?

uncertainty?

heartbreak?

there are always those moments

when the month and day stare back at me

and say,

"one year ago today..."

and sometimes the old feelings invade me

race through me

tighten my tummy

and lodge in my throat

but other times

they simply whisper in my ear

and are gone.

[me]