Of losing you
Has scabbed
Though I hit the scab
Painfully as thoughts
Jump to meet me.
The days and years
Will smooth it to a scar,
Sharp pain ease to dull ache;
But in certain spots,
At certain times,
The hurt will stay.
©2014 John I. Blair
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