That Day In June
I sat today midst the happy smiles
of a children’s song, and for just a while
I was happy too, for what else should come
from a happy day and a happy song.
But, it came again just like every June,
when I feel the pain of an open wound
that on every other day I keep
hidden far from view, buried oh so deep.
But I guess that’s why they made the day,
so that folks like me can’t just walk away
from the hidden chambers, vaults and tombs
where ghosts like this are left to loom.
Waiting for the chance to emerge again,
on that day in June, on the one day when
I can only sit choking back the tears,
while the children sing... and the ghosts appear.
