Saturday, February 8, 2020

His Face, Metaphorically Speaking

When young, I couldn't look closely at his face
for fear of him seeing me as I truly was.

When older, I couldn't look closely at his face
for fear of his seeing my wrinkles and my aging.

During Alzheimer's, I couldn't look closely at his face
for fear of his seeing my sorrow.

When he died, I couldn't look closely at his face
for my emotions of never seeing it again.

Now, I look closely at his face whenever I can,
when he comes to me in my dreams. 


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