It’s Thursday

an anniversary, of sorts

my body remembers

my mind does not

heaviness builds in my chest

eyes fill

another wave of grief threatens

a storm

upon the ocean of my life

waves build slowly

life changed in an instant.

This story

I was told

hit from behind

our car spun on black ice

struck a guard rail

slid across the pavement

smashed into an oncoming car

my door

the target.

My head hit hard

brain bounced inside my skull

blood vessels shirred

lobes bruised

neurons stretched

beyond capacity,

safety in the world destroyed.

The old me

put to rest.