we hiked ran biked
skied
paddled
hundreds of miles
years and years
together
strangely
our last walk
was only
8 yards
24 feet or
288 inches
couch to
our bed
that afternoon
on christmas eve
you said you
were tired
“please help me to bed”
you had become so
tired
fought so valiantly
mid-day
sleeping through the
night
we no longer traversed
forests
seashores or
mountain trails
once
after hours of
altitude hiking
we rested
laying down in a bed
of sweet mountain flowers
I quipped “this would
be a good place to
die”
you
somewhat exasperated
said
“this might be a good place
for you to die
but how am it
going to find my way
back?”
afterwards we laughed
about it
and now years later
i wonder
how am i going to
find my way back?
you invited me to
take this last walk
once more
together
slowly walking
familiar
comfortable arms in arms
our bed
8 yards
24 feet or
288 inches away
there she laid
her sweet head
a body
wearied by years
of chemical intrusion
surgeries
broken bones
tumors
9-1-1 emergencies
5/7 days in
dialysis
now she lay down
took her last
breath
disconnecting
body and soul
holding her amongst
sobs and cries
not knowing what
lies ahead
i let her go
somehow
knowing she will once again
ask me to walk
with her
can our souls
linger
remain behind
unwilling to depart?
against all rationality
allI science
i sensed this
she has not left
hangs around
making sure
i’m
okay
which thanks to her
i will be
one day.
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