He Is. . .

February 20, 2010
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He is cold
Lying alone in his bed.
Like he's dead.

He is old
Though his skin is young.
Kind words slip past his tongue.

She is told
The light was meant for him.
Making his eyes grow dim.

He is,
And forever shall be
With you and with me.

He was.

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