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by Stephanie Snow |
The room feels empty. He sits alone.
His face emotionless, no feelings, as if carved in stone.
I wonder what he's thinking...if he still can.
Do I ever enter that diminishing world of thought?
Now my mind is flooded with memories.
I remember when he was well,
he played with me, swinging me high into the air.
Hi face was aglow but not anymore. It is gone.
I wonder if he still remembers. Can I bring joy into his sorrowful, empty life?
I wonder, but I don't know. I don't want to.
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