I can never tell when it will show.

Teeth sharp as needles.

It could be today with a glance at the horribly familiar.

Always remembering and never forgetting.

It could be next week with a familiar wail.

Too close for comfort.

It could be next year at the anniversary of that evil time.

A clock keeps it on track.

It could be in a decade.

Somber and blurred.

It could be the day after never.

There are no promises.