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i can't decide if it's better
to embark on a new normal
or to live in a bubble
of dwindling, stolen moments
one two three
a loop in my head
i count my steps
to the grave

one two three
breaths in a row
atlas under a globe of grief

one two three
the mortician mutters
hitting the lever
a box in descent

one two three
trail off
weaving through the stones

matriarch in shambles
a perfect pietá
lingering by the hollow

a couple broken
by the greatest door

wails punctuate her sentence
goodbye bill
I’ll always love you
a play on a common abbreviation of 'i love you,' and my anxious tic of counting
a sixty year marriage ended by leukemia
and the strongest woman i've ever met in shambles

— The End —