Poem by Mary Hobson

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Perhaps I’ve tried too hard
to hide my grief.
But I am always on my guard
lest I should undermine the widely-held belief
that I can be the same,
unchanged, undamaged by the blow.
Well – friends are not to blame.
I’ve played their comfortable game.
How could they know?

1. The Counsellors
2. Laundry Blues
3. For Neil. 11 February, 2011
4. They’ll say ‘Do you remember when…?’
5. The pain’s the same size as the love

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