I miss him still
That anchor of hair on his chin
The soft lines that bracket his face
The creases that furrow between his brows
Forgetting and remembering him
All at once
And every day
That anchor of hair on his chin
The soft lines that bracket his face
The creases that furrow between his brows
Forgetting and remembering him
All at once
And every day
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 16th Nov 2015 16:45
A beautiful expression of a universal experience. First the thought and then the electric words. Really good poem.