by Annette Gagliardi
cling to what’s left of my mind.
half-gone in a twinkling,
emerge as my life unwinds.
Mention the name
of my lover and spouse
and hope that I catch it in time.
Touch me just so
as if you must go,
And I’ll whisper that I will be fine.
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