January 1, 2010 Sometime I forget...

Sometimes I forget that he is not alive.

Sometimes I don't remember

until after I inhale and breath begins to leave my mouth,

lips forming the beginning sound of a word.

Sometimes

I don't remember until I have turned my body in the direction I think he is,

to ask him a question.

Then I remember

that no matter what I say

He won't answer.

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