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2012-02-10T22:52:33-05:00February 10th, 2012|Musings on life|

The place where there are no cues for joy

I look at her face
waxy and pale
eyes chalky and flat
not sad
not anything.

She is sinking
again
to that place
where there are no cues
for joy.

I have learned
that I cannot rescue her
but I can do small things
with my love.

So I make soup
and open her curtains

a reminder
of the endurance of light.

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