NINETEEN.

Sometimes I forget her name
Nineteen, five foot ten
Shining hair
Soft brown eyes
Giggling all the way through tea break
Shyly twisting the diamond ring
Leaving to earn more money
With the police.

Six months later
On the Evening News
On duty in a Land Rover
No survivors of the four
Falling to my knees in tears
Over twenty years ago
Still
Sometimes I forget her name.

(For Joanne)

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