In just two weeks it will be a year

I feel it already, the impending fear

All those first days winding down

That remembrance is drawing near

Status aside, nothing's altered

Attempts to accept have only faltered

Those final days have all compiled

To assault my mind again, unfiltered

People say that time will heal

Each day that passes the less you'll feel

Just makes me wonder who they loved

Because for me that axiom is unreal

The universe has not the time or space

To hold what I cannot replace

That angel who was arbitrarily taken

Without leaving a physical trace

So when that looming date arrives

And that memory revives

I'll endure it throughout the night

But a little less of me survives