Number 96

Since below in my 100 list I referred to how I have started writing poetry again, I thought I would publish something. I have loads of poems in storage, which I am now dying to get out and re-read. Here's something I wrote last week:

How can I fill the gap left by you?
How can I turn from the morning sun?
It slips through my fingers like sand
The thought of you
The touch of your skin
The taste of your lips
How can I keep the memory of you alive?
When you are not there to remind me