A Week of Forgetting

A week of forgetting, well maybe six days,were spent pretending:I don’t have,I don’t have,I don’t missyou.I do loveā€”but, from asafe distance, where I cansit in the self-enveloping numbnessthat embodied six monthsof separationand the Unknown fear ofan unsafe distance.I felt I could do it again, and I did,again and again, searching forNothing to feel.Nothing to miss.Maybe […]