the gift that keeps giving

there are roads

i avoid, music that i won't

listen to.

there are days

on the calendar

that still fill me with a thimble

of dread,

there are moments,

just standing

in a store,

when

i tremble,

when i feel uneasy

with a mere

glance at the back

of someone's head.

thank you

dear,

for such memories.

but i'd like to regift.