Strange Anniversaries

The first anniversary of my father's death has come and gone.

One of the most seminal and heartbreaking things I've ever experienced in my life still resonates. I haven't been able to write anything about my father not couched in pseudonyms and teenage vampiric fluff. Which probably doesn't count.

And I don't think tonight is going to break that strange spell.

So I sigh and offer this:



There's nothing I can say.
There's nothing we can do now.
There's nothing I can say.
There's nothing we can do now.