wishes

I keep thinking, "I wish it was February."

I want to be past the holidays and the birthdays. They are heavy with memories.

But February has memories, too. So I wish it was March; and then I slam into the reality that March is laden with memories of us.

Every month is.

So now, I simply wish I won't feel AS haunted. I wish that I will have some answers, though I'm skeptical.

I wish to survive, and some days, that seems to be an impossible wish.