Tomorrow is another 8th of August
The 8th of August has come around again,
Empty of grief, filled with pain.
Another twelve months I have missed you for,
Another twelve months I have lost out on you for.
A hole grows in my heart, bigger with each year
Harder to ignore, harder to be near.
Every step I make takes me further from you
Makes me colder without your smile -
As I grow older without you.
Another day, another year,
Another drop tears down my skin,
Longing for memories of a different day
And a different year: before the tears -
Before another 8th of August is here.