Corinne and Me
As we sat in his hospital room,
watching "The Young & Restless", waiting
for the doctor of no good news,
"Corinne and me," he said, "We're
the old and useless." Then he wept to think
in the caregiver home, she'd be
asking "Where is George?"
He wouldn't leave her, ever, and
so he didn't. Later, at home, down by
the garage, affairs in order, one bullet
for her; another for him, real quick,
so she wouldn't have time to wonder
"Where is George?
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2010
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