Lasting Lingering by Anita MacI 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. 07/13/2017 Posted on 07/13/2017 Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
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