2013-02-10T23:18:56-08:00February 10th, 2013|Musings on life|

Every last dime

He is old
in the way men
get old

thin skin
watery nose
scabs that don’t heal

I hold the door for him
and he laughs
louder than I expect

I can never get used to that

he tells me I have a beautiful smile
and I think about him all day
wondering when he will die
if he spends his days carefully
like I spent my money
that summer I travelled to Europe
those last few weeks in Prague
broke but happy
parting with a tender alertness
every last dime.

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