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Reality I went into your room today and brother you weren't there, the place where you would always be I found an empty chair. I saw your doggie bedroom shoes, your cane sits by the door- your hospital bed now lays still, won’t need it anymore, a blank screen on your TV set, John Wayne hangs on your wall, movies by the dozen, can’t begin to count them all. We’ve played our final checker game, it sits forever still. I rubbed my fingers on the board, just can’t believe it’s real. I can’t accept that you are gone but I look around your room, what used to be your life in here, feels more like your tomb. I cannot take this anymore, it's more than I can bear. Your room's not empty like I thought; reality lives there. By: Donna Lynn Eaton |
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