Poetry

39 YEARS

 


12 YEARS

By Jessica Garrow

Just another day to me.

Of you, I no longer see.

Your face fades.

Of this I do evade.

Gone so long.

I still go on.

How long will this be?

My grief always hidden.

Is it forbidden?

Gone too quickly.

Is that my pay?

Days forgo...



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