i lifted you from bed, held your hands,
as you wobbled and were grasping
my arms, teaching you to walk,
like you were my child, birthed of
my sorrow, my devotion, my hopes.
misty-eyed, raw hamburger nose,
kick in the teeth, curb stomp my heart,
im physically, emotionally, beside myself.
sitting next to myself, sitting next to you,
but not really, just spirit to spirit, how
we would talk while you were comatose
now you won't walk; won't talk again.
the hours and days and months,
then years of silence, all my strength
and sweat to make you stand, now just
an empty tissue box on my nightstand.
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