Now
Now that she is gone
and now that I admit she’s gone
and recognise she is no longer
where I once had touched her,
and she touched me,
it will, I know,
eventually,
seem for the best.
Eventually.
And there will come a time
when it will seem to me that I was blessed
to once have loved her.
Copyright © Red Omara | Year Posted 2016
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