time marked in shorter blocks
framed by new questions
weighted with anxiety
can she will she should she
watchfulness and observance
closer than before
the world grown smaller
how to give her joy
I had prepared for the end
somehow not
for the journey there, the hard road
I walk
with her by my side
grief makes my footsteps heavy
love lightens them
she falters, I carry her
always cradled to my heart
she is my heart
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