It comes like summer thunder and takes
me unaware. Most days I fend it off,
remembering happy times and making plans.
But then, on my way to meet a friend,
I may drive by the place we met or where
we said goodbye and my resolution crumbles.
A salt I do not savor makes its presence
known—something deep inside I cannot purge—
the taste of life without you.
--Elaine Parker Akin