The Unforgotten

A pregnant space
An empty chair
All the signs
Of what lay there

No scent in the air
Nor presence of heat
Save in the mind
And memories

Where it is bright
Fair as the sun
What was, and love
Become as one

A fallen friend
Or lover’s hair
Sighted or not
In the mind


Right there.

By J.W.H Hobbs

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