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Sadness
October 16, 2015
he was awake.
still holding my hand
and he gave no sign of letting me go.
watching.
waiting.
hoping.
I wondered
how many times
I had made this journey.
death and flowers
with sickness
and little things in between.
and it made me sad.
a man stood waiting,
puzzled.
apprehensive.
heart break.
you never really know a man
until you stand in his shoes
and walk around in them.
I thought.
there wasn’t much else left
for us to learn.
© Wajida S., Shrewsbury, MA
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