just another...

Another day.

Special days never happened for years now.

It had to be another day.

But then perhaps not just another day.

A familiar presence becomes so unfamiliar through a steady ignoring.

The heart quells emotions within, tears too inexpensive a luxury for the open air.

A meal through leaden moments.

For once a presence hurts you.

You wish there was some valid reason for the ignoring.

Somehow through it all, perhaps it is all that you went through alone and when you needed a word of comfort its denial makes you recoil within so much , so much that tears stall.

You walk down, a fistful shoved into a heart that has lost its ability to indulge in tears more than it can hold.

Just  another day.

Just another day that saw something that felt like an end within.

Another day and yet you know you have changed within too much to ever return to trust again.