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I Thought You Had Forgot Me

By John I. Blair

I thought you had forgot me

The pain your loss brought
Does not wane,
Has not grown;

Iíve found that I can bear it.

Days I pace this house
We made our own,
Our dream and then our fate;

It holds no sad spots.

Nights I fill a hollow
Formed by you
When our bed became your jail;

It fits me well.

This afternoon
I watched the girls
Our son begot

Splash around a pool.

There you were,
Alive in them;
And I was not alone.

©2014 John I. Blair

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