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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required His Limbo Soliloquy Actually, I like lockdown. I already was before COVID anyway, but now I’ve got my privacy. No family feeling forced to visit or hold vigil in my netherworld, he confides through the phone. Both of us former Army soldiers placing us on common ground made introductions easier with the usual “where were we when” comparisons of duty assignments all military members embrace. Though sharing multiple telephone calls these past seven months since my assignment to be his companion as a hospice volunteer, I have yet to meet him face-to-face due to pandemic restrictions. Using his bedside number at the nursing home I can call anytime, not worry about visiting hours, ask if he’s busy, got time to talk. His answer’s most always the same, Just busy here being alone, too close to death to complain. Clicking me to speaker he begins what he calls “me-memories from a time when when was when.” Mostly musing of being anywhere but there, lost in an actual place, blurring “what was with what is” behind and in front of his shadow, recalling dreams as a younger man, of a future in past perfect tense. And times talking of present times from his no man’s land outpost, All days end as they begin in purgatory, today recopying yesterday, cared for by hosts of faceless masked angels not letting me die alone. Forgive me only thinking of myself, I just need you to hear I’m here. Inside I’m your age, the two of us sharing a brew at the NCO club, years ago and oceans away, comrades-in-arms talking of our day. To me he’s the sergeant with permanent change of station orders in transition for his final mission, ending his time on active service, in hopes his God is religious and his terminal assignment is good.
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