Day after day
walking the calendar
its little rectangles
crossing themselves out
Through December
over-leafed to January
scribbled notations
cover all, almost obliterate
Dental appointments
grandchildren’s visits
birthday reminders
dates of performances
and other items
circled in a different color
that remain still to be settled
Then I come across
a message written
in a tiny lavender hand,
the corner of a folded page
somewhere in February
And I approach,
reach for my reading glasses
it says, I love you every day
I love you, nothing else matters
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Johnmichael Simon