The pain your loss brought
Does not wane,
Has not grown;
I’ve found that I can bear it.
Days I pace this house
We made our own,
Our dream and then our fate;
It holds no sad spots.
Nights I fill a hollow
Formed by you
When our bed became your jail;
It fits me well.
This afternoon
I watched the girls
Our son begot
Splash around a pool.
There you were,
Alive in them;
And I was not alone.
©2014 John I. Blair
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