She’d say I loved her blind-
Eyed, not seeing her as she
Actually was, full of flaws,
Mistakes, bad memories,
And she’d smile sadly while
I dismissed her assessment,
Her inability to see herself as
I knew her to be then and would
Be for a brief time yet. Could
I have told her more? She
Drowsed through those many
Years, barely hearing – sleeping
The time as it slipped past, not
Rousing to hear me say whatever
I would, having heard it so many
Times before. She held my arm
As we slowly walked through
Those many doors to hear
Again there was no time nor
Strength to keep us beyond
Those few remaining dreams.
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