Narratives

 

Each afternoon I come 

and sit on the corner    

of his bed.                     

 

        Each afternoon he tells me  

    a story of when he         

     was a kid.                       

 

                    Each afternoon we sit and laugh. 

He remembers when.

 

  Each afternoon I see  

            him take another step away.

 

        Each afternoon now I weep

       for he left me in his sleep. 

 

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