this year

Looking for meaning in all of the places,

It's a rabbit year, I'm a rabbit;

It's a chariot year, my soul card;

It's the 14th year since your death.

Now my life before equals my life

without you, like bookends pushing

up encyclopedias of my heart,

heavy volumns bending the shelf,

bowed from the postmarked grief.

Like physics it fades but never goes away.