Like Any Other

February 6th arrived
like any other day.

A knock at the door,
the sun was rising.

“Should I take off my shoes?”

That answer’s in
another place and time.

February 6th arrived
like any winter day.

Cold and unforgiving.

“I’ll put some coffee on.”

“That would be nice.”

I’m at the cabinet
looking for a cup
too focused to hear
the footsteps approaching.

February 6th arrived
with a blade as old as anything,
drew it from her belt,
and ran it cleanly through my side.

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