Losing a Love

One year removed
One year to grow
And on this very special day
Hate breeds
Never let it be shown
Never understand what's known
One year gone
Another year fell
Pit grows deep
Spiraling downward
But for what?
Why would this be known
If not for love, then
this not be known
Pity me not
Why, if I weren't a hopeless fool
I'd still be alive
One year removed
A piece of me dies
And one year ago
On this here very day
I was no better off then now
For I'm one year ahead and
one year apart and
one year closer to my dreams.

A.J. Dinardo - March 09, 1999