One Day

Random Poem

One day to mourn for them
After the dust settled
Barley a minute to grieve for them
as the present moment took him a hold

it was always one day for him
one day to give in to the pain
abandonment, injury, stress
all that remained were a few hours

one day to sulk in his room
he could cry, drink, yell, whatever
anymore than that seemed like weakness
perfection drilled into his core

but to see him one more time
he would need more than a day
the same sly grin that lied to him
and the frail hands that slipped away from him

one day was not enough to curse the b*****d
nor was it enough to drink and scream
to pass out from exhaustion
with the everlasting headache that followed

he was willing to give up a day or more
for that b*****d he so desperately hated
one day or more to drink, curse, and scream
one day to remember how to cry