Saturday, September 1, 2018

When I Allow It

Though you’re gone five years
You seem close tonight.

I almost hear your voice,
Feel your skin.

We were so much a part
Each of the other

Mere death can’t
Make you disappear.

When I allow it
You’re still near me.

When I allow it, dear,
I remember every bit.

There are no tears
When I allow it.

©2018 John I. Blair, 8/9/2018

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