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I opened my eyes in darkness,
In the ravine where I met myself.
I heard my voice
in the deep silence.
In the unending crack
I began to tread again.
I tried to climb
out of dread and despair.
Nearing the death of light.
The moon has left.
 Mar 2022 Elizabeth Squires
Grace
the most dangerous feeling
is invincibility
Long pages aren't enough..
a sea full of blue ink aren't enough..
a novel of description about you aren't enough..
days and nights to spend with you , aren't enough..
my phone's storage to treasure our memories aren't enough..
my short life to live with you aren't just enough..
Just for you
Darkness needs no companion.
How sad not to experience the design of nature if you are constantly looking for the sun
That's how many days
We've been one
Its hard to remember
When we were two
When did two equal one?
9855 days ago ...
or so
1995 two became one...

You have my permission to use your own number of days...the formula works for everyone
i sense the walls of sanity cracking
unseen
trying to hide in the foundation
trying to escape
but there is nowhere to run
the clues begin to reveal themselves
we drive silent into the country
my Father and i rarely spoke
revealed our fears
our doubts
ourselves
but today i saw a frightened man
a man dealing with an enemy he couldn't control
'I worked hard my whole life. This is not fair'
he fought back tears
but i could not
my father passed away from the debilitating effects of alzheimer's
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