Friday, August 1, 2014


The raw wound
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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