Friday, May 1, 2015

I Do Not Dare


It’s been more than a year
And yet I do not dare
Think of her,
Her face, her voice,
Her scent, her feel.

I do not dare
Contemplate
That I lie here
In the hollow set by her
Into this bed.

Nor do I dare
Forget.

©April 2015 John I. Blair

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