Wednesday, August 1, 2012

cry

I cry for the pain my wife felt in her last hours, for the personal indignities and violations of medical treatment and death.

I cry for the things my wife saw and did and will see and do no more.

I cry for what she did not live to see and do.

I cry for myself and the vast desolate emptiness that is left of me.

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