I married a man
sixteen years ago
today
One day I left him
He let me go
and waited
and rescued me
over and over again
Now
I’m dying
or fighting death
hard
with more death
And I wonder
about Love
and constancy
and patient
persistence
Yesterday
I told a few people
who remember me
still
that sometimes
I think the true healers
are those
who can hold our hand
in silence
I’m tired
I’m tired a lot now
But there is a man
who never lets go
of my hand
And there’s a kind of
magic in that
❤
Dying and fighting death we are, some more urgently than others.
You see it clearly, the magic, though. It will help.