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Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?

I would relive the moment of the death

Of your frail ‘love’.

The month, the day, the minute of that breath

Obscuring now the hours since you lifted

The latch above

The door guarding space wherein was sifted

Hard memories from the daily weakness

Of the muscle, of which you were the ache.

The strain goes though not the blunted bleakness

Of a heart thought true found empty and fake.

Surprised but joyed

I’m not destroyed.

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With love to survivors

Steve