Friday, April 5, 2019

Nearing the End

Today he thinks I am his brother
Or his uncle, dead for 30 years
He ate some food
Though I can see in his eyes
How exhausting it is to survive

Tomorrow he may know who I am
Or his sister
Or his wife
Or none of us
He may eat a little soup
To remain alive one more day
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