12.04.2011

A Soft Loss

Your hair stays pressed against your head as we lift you away from the pillows.
You are so pillowy.
You are so pilled. 
The doctors have peeled you away from me with every prescription.
Aging made lighter, these last few years made feathery.
I miss your crackling laughter, I miss your love stronger than steel.
In my sleep, as you sleep, it all seems real--
I feel it and I know it: 
I am losing you.
But this soft, easing away
is harder than I could have ever imagined.

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