Two years ago
I returned to your door
and refound your smile
to greet my return
You always
expressed sadness
at being left behind
as those dear to you left
Little did I know,
although I had this feeling,
it would be you
leaving me, in time
I am left with memories
reminders
the remnants of routines
and the certainty of death
Only one does not understand
always checking your chair
in case you came back
after his last foray out
Six months ago
you smiled as wide
as the illness permitted
when you could see clearly again
Just ten days later
only you could see
as you had to leave us behind
to rejoin those you had lost
I'll look forward now
I'll be your clever boy
I can do nothing more
for you
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