Well, he said, I’ve seen it before.
You have all
the symptoms.
Fairly
common, actually.
You have
life. It’s terminal.
I will give
you, oh, about
forty years
to live. Some people
really pull
through, make the most
out of what
they have left.
As he walked
away, I listened
to his
footsteps until all I could hear
was the
sound of my own breathing.
God, it was
beautiful, a tide, a river.
And that
plant in the corner, have you
ever seen
anything so delicate, so green?
Rosemerry
Wahtola Trommer, ahundredfallingsveils.com January 5, 2019
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