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Lasting Lingering

by Anita Mac

I still think about
that Moment
when your eyes stopped looking.

I still wonder
what was that last thing and
how you found it so wanting.

I stopped telling people
that I miss you.
    So constant, I'm
    rarely aware.
It's there though.

Every tattoo.

Every bite of truly good food.

Every Shema held in my head
like a Meditation
on how I might have loved you.

I hesitate to grant hindsight such romanticism.


Posted on 07/13/2017
Copyright © 2023 Anita Mac

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Richard Vince on 07/16/17 at 09:23 PM

so much power in so few words. very moving.

Posted by Laura Doom on 07/18/17 at 09:52 AM

So few words? This is a dissertation for you; always a double-Edged pleasure for me.

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