Anniversaries

I know
You know
It was a year ago.

Once a gentle nestle
a vessel of making us special

Six months later I'd be dumped.
cut down to my stump

Certainly doesn't make me feel worth anything
to have known of your sting

Not even special enough to you
It was given away sometime after us,
to another
my once wolf mother.

So, anniversaries.
When memories make for surgeries and scars that brake arteries...
I'm left wondering if infirmary and pain were worth this anniversary.

A laceration in my arm reminding me of the penalty of admiration.
A frustration of obsession.

So regarding this anniversary....

I trusted you.