Anniversary of Jack's death.
It's been three years now, and
Perhaps my memory lapse is a
Good thing, a sign that I'm
Moving on.
But I'm not in danger of ever
Forgetting him.
I read Jack's Bible.
I repeat his witticisms,
I wear his turtlenecks to bed.
I kiss his picture in the hallway.
Moving on means I'm another day
Closer to being with him again.