Where it not for you,
a day like today,
like too many days,
would have no sense.
Though other days like today,
like other such days,
kept some resemblance of meaning
in their shape and color,
the texture of its hours,
their defined civil status:
free or married,
or divorced from everything,
holy or unholy day.
But this special day
in which meaning is conspicuous
by its absence,
only you make sense
among all the senses
that life can have.
