was a time when I could see
and feel the spring in everything.
A gust of cold. Base mist of heat.
It all contained a beat of love in motion.
I wonder now, why that has changed.
Looking back, I rearrange the pieces.
Wondering why love that used to come
to me with ease would choose to leave.
Analyzing every painful pattern of dis-ease.
Remembering - the memories fast fading.
Sensation lost in shock waves tossing
all that I'd once been into a heap
that I can't recognize as me.
Whispers buzzing in the breeze
know more than I these days.
Even my hearing isn't what it used to be.
"You are not old!"
The doctors and the nurses still cajole.
While friends and neighbors look askance,
still hoping not to see what I've become.
None coming close, for they might catch it too.
Somehow I lost it all in loving you...
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home . . .