I posted this on my LiveJournal. then I came here and saw this thread. I used to be so angry over this but now it arouses compassion.

Anniversary

Emotions run out
of you
Like the blood
on the floor of your Huey.
Suddenly you're not there.
An angry guy
stomps around in your clothes,
an icy guy sleeps in our bed,
and the past
holds you in it's claws
again.
At least I know
he is not you
and it is not me,
and this too shall pass.

(especially if I don't make a bad situation worse, which it sounds like most of you already know how to avoid...)