June 10

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i can’t believe it’s been 12 years —

a dozen,

without my sunshine.

what is grief and what does it mean to mourn?

i think i skipped that process,

but no ,

i didn’t.

i mourned you and i grieved,

when dementia stole you from me.

but maybe it didn’t,

because i always saw that hint of recognition,

behind your eyes.

and it was there.

not just my imagination —

running away with me

running

running.

something i’m too familiar with,

but you never left me,

because i feel you.

and i see you in my dreams.

so it’s like you never left,

just changed in form,

until the day,

we meet again.

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