Its become almost a ritual
I walk in
you there in a wheelchair
I kiss you on the lips
You kiss back
Its become almost a ritual
I talk, you a few words
You nod
I continue
Its become almost a ritual
I tell you how handsome you are
You thank me
And its a ritual
I come home
you can not be here
it is like a whirlwind
that has happened
I can not bear it
I immediately get some water
I do not break down and cry
Yes, my beloved was taken from me
I am grateful he did not die
I repeat that phrase over and over
What is it like for him?
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Friday, 20 July 2012
It's become almost a ritual - Anita Holzberg
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