The Veil of Death
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Buffed out with time's fine emery
Alzheimer's stole your memory.
And you sit in your chair and gaze
lost in a perpetual haze.
There is little left but a shell
you're not in pain, but don't look well.
And when I touch you, you pull back
as if fending off an attack.
How horrible to be confined
especially trapped in one's mind.
And though I wish it weren't so,
love only adds to my sorrow.
This is something we will work through
for I'll never abandon you.
And when you breathe your final breath
smile at me, through the veil of death.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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