Today Is The Day

Today is the day that I first cried
Over that stormy nightmarish night
And the Thanksgiving morning when he died.

A proper goodbye from me, the Fates denied
"I'll see you later. Tomorrow, right?"
Today is the day that I first cried.

He kissed her goodbye (we called her his bride).
Happily in love, their future looked bright
Until Thanksgiving morning when he died.

She hid herself well. To everyone she lied.
She broke when she saw the coffin of her knight.
Today is the day that I first cried.

Four months have passed since he left her side.
No one can console her. She feels the fright
Of the Thanksgiving morning when he died.

I sat beside her; felt her pain inside.
We clasped our hands and struggled toward the light.
Today is the day that I first cried.
Remember Thanksgiving: the morning he died.

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Written eight months ago. R.I.P. Nick.