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We sat in the car.
Her tests were clear.
All those years thinking
that life lasts forever,
always seemed like a joke
can be severed at a stroke.
The supermarket stretched behind,
cloaked in twilight.
The same words we both spoke,
conferred a thousand times before.
“What would you like?”
“I really don’t mind.”
“Make a suggestion.”
“Someday I might not.”
“Drain every single drop.”
A mantra endlessly repeated,
wears the mantle of sacred rites.
The thought we might not share forever,
in that moment verified.

9 Apr 10

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