Another Year

The day comes and goes each year.

And each year I see it staring at me from its page on the calendar with trepidation? Anticipation? Some expectation of how I should feel?

And each year I am surprised by how I actually feel.

I realize now that the pain of that day has been soothed to an occasional ache, a colorless lingering nightmare, or a quiet sense of longing.

The tears I thought would never end have all flowed down stream to create new life in a pasture that I may never see.

But, no matter how much time passes, I know a part of my heart will always feel lost and far from home and I will always be in search of my lost shadow.

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