Happy Anniversary

I won’t let myself forget the ringing
In my ears for hours after, tears and all. Ringing, ringing, and ringing.
I looked up out of the window
There was one more star, the tale was true.
My heart is not in my chest, it’s in my stomach
I won’t let myself forget the smell
It’s still there, you can tell.
Stinging, burning, bile in my heart.
It stings, salt on the wound of time
My heart is not in my chest, it’s in my stomach
I won’t let myself forget the colors
Red, red, and red. Everywhere.
Silent, snuffed out, reeking of death,
Dripping, slow and solemn, knowing the occasion
My heart is not in my chest, it’s in my stomach
I won’t let myself for get
That I’m terrified to lose what’s been lost.
And to remember ghosts that filter in my sieve of a mind.
My heart is not in my chest, it’s in my stomach
I won’t let myself forget
I need to remember
Prominent and strong, holding storm of truth
Happy Anniversary. 
My heart’s not in my chest
Nor my stomach
It’s gone.