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  • bethblairnh8
  • Jan 28, 2023
  • 1 min read

it was our mantra…

the way we made it through

the days when it was just you

and me alone in the house with

the death that stalked us at

every turn. Like sonar pinging

from sub to sub through the

inky black waters of the abyss

 

you still here?       i’m still here.

      OK?                         OK.

 

after the crazy exertion of just standing up

      OK?                         OK.

 

after the long hard walk down a short hall

      OK?                         OK.

 

after sinking gratefully onto our soft bed

       OK?                         OK.

 

after lying back, letting me cover you,

breathing a deep sigh of release

      OK?                          

 

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