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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