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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