Memory cruel yet merciful,
It takes a few days of absence,
And more, to subside,
Otherwise her kisses linger,
and I wake up,
fretful dreaming of her touch.
My nights are longer,
until memory merciful allows me
to forget how it felt
My lips on the small of the neck.
(And she says
Married for forty years, we tell each other… It’s our inside joke.