The days have been stacked
Never neatly, it seems
Always at the brink of toppling
Still,
Despite its haphazard style
There are many days
Betwixt today and that day
It still feels fresh
The wound is still open
It is still sticky and wet
With the residue of emotion
I have bandaged it
In busyness and distraction
Tried to paint new joys
Over old, unfinished sorrows
But, some days
A voice, a song, a silence
Pulls at the dressing
And the days topple again
The days have been restacked
Never neatly, it seems
© Ron Simpson Jr.
August 3, 2025
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