In sickness and in health
I know the meaning of the word
as I push forward
over 75 days
but whose counting
The threads of the soul shimmer
the feet are numb
the days without your face responding
hard
I go forward into the light
for the feeling is good now
the progress monumental
the trip back for you
now
here
for me somethimes an inigma
Flashes of light are on my path
I follow them
blind to this story
although
watching it unfold
every day
the story of You
before my eyes.
Lovi
Feb. 7, 2011
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