WOULD THAT BE IT.

And would that be it? would that be how it was with him? And to think it was as if nothing was wrong and that maybe there would be another day to follow and he'd be there still and rain would fall and clear and the sun would come out and shine as it often did and the people on the ward would be kinder to each other or not as the case turned out but I thought things would be fine and that he'd be there all sitting upright and happy and that I'd bring him home but it was not that way at all he sat there kind of hunched over catching his breath puffed and bluey dark and I asked the questions he said and seemed so calm and not uptight as if it was always like this the hands and arms the skin the eyes looking but not doing so and looking back there was lingering unknown to us over his shoulder maybe pushing out his breath silently that sinister unseen slippery death.

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