Saturday, April 23, 2011

for Friday, April 22, 2011



Breathe:
try a new position
let me rub your back.

Here we are:
who knew
our time together would be so long
despite trouble, anxiety, our changes
here we are.

Breathe.
I watched you sleep in moonlight
much younger
seeing who you were
who you would be.

Fluorescents shine garish
in this room;
on the bed you shift, pained,
machines drawing heartbeats
cuff measuring pressure.

I still see who you are:
Be well.

breathe



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