Loving Still
October 2002

“Loving Still,” New Era, Oct. 2002, 51

Loving Still

It seems like

every intricate detail

of our last conversation should be


no, chiseled—

in my soul.

But when I close my eyes,

I can’t even picture your face,

and it hasn’t been that

long since …

When I was young,

I ran to hug the

graham-cracker, strawberry-jam,

grandmother-scented you.

As I’d close my eyes,

how comforting to feel

the love-peck

on my delicate cheek,

and it must have been,

as I’d run off

to play in your flowers.

It seems like

I should have hugged you


And when I close my eyes,

all I can feel

are gentle tears

warming my face.

Or is it you?

Loving still.