Circadian Grief

Coming on again,
this pain repeats.
My body remembers;
counts the beats around
a hormone clock;
drives unconscious thought
through the meniscus,
inciting tears and limps
around holidays, birthdays,
and special achievements;
never fully forgets;
grinds me back into the past,
each new cycle
forging deeper the last.



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