How Could I Know
July 22nd, 2009 by Linda Jenkinson- How could I know I would miss you so much
- When missing you was such
- An everyday thing?
- How could I know I would long for your touch,
- Perpetually so distant.
- How could I know it would be so insistent?
- At the break of mid-day,
- I reach for a hand that is no longer there;
- I strain to hear
- The soft, firmness of a voice I so seldom heard;
- To see emptiness filled by reading a word:
- A name,
- Your name,
- Yet, not even yours.
- How could I know in my fantasy
- That good bye would be
- A word so filled with reality,
- A world so full of finality
- How could I know?
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