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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

◄ We'd drink

Shelved ►


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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.

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Tommy Carroll

Sat 22nd Aug 2015 20:53

that anchor of hair on his chin... x

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