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  feeding on you,
  replacing you cell by cell
  until the woman who was my mother
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  strong and capable,
  the hands that held me as a child,
  that braided my hair,
  that tended the garden,
  that kneaded dough with practiced rhythm.
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  clawed and brittle,
  blue-veined maps to a country of pain,
  too weak to lift a glass of water,
  too frail to touch my face without trembling.
  
  The hospital became our second home,
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  the antiseptic tang of failed hope,
  the underlying sweetness of decay,
  the metallic scent of blood and fear.
  It followed us home,
  settled in our furniture,
  our clothes,
  our lungs,
  a constant reminder of the battlefield
  where we had lost the war.
  
  Your jewelry box sits open on your dresser,
  a treasure chest of memories I can no longer bear to look at.
  The pearl necklace Dad gave you for your anniversary,
  the silver locket with my baby picture inside,
  the simple gold band you never took off,
  all of it tarnished with the residue of your suffering,
  each piece a monument to a life cut short,
  to a future stolen.
  
  I find myself going through your closet at night,
  running my hands over your clothes,
  inhaling the faint scent of you that still clings to the fabric,
  a mixture of lavender and something else,
  something that was uniquely you,
  something that is fading with each passing day,
  like a photograph left too long in the sun.
  
  The hospice nurse was kind,
  too kind,
  her gentle demeanor a stark contrast to the violence of what was happening,
  to the brutality of a body eating itself alive,
  to the agony of watching someone you love waste away,
  and I hated her for it,
  hated her compassion,
  hated her ability to remain detached,
  to go home at the end of her shift
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  a blur of morphine and moans,
  of whispered confessions and desperate prayers,
  of moments of clarity followed by hours of confusion,
  as if your mind was already preparing to leave your body,
  as if it was rehearsing for the final departure.
  
  I bathed you for the last time,
  my hands shaking as I washed the paper-thin skin,
  as I cleaned the wounds that would never heal,
  as I touched the bones that protruded from your flesh,
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  the weight of you in my hands,
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  through the house,
  through the rest of my life.
  
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  that the grief lessens,
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  that it will never be you,
  that I will spend the rest of my life seeing you everywhere
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  I have your medical records,
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  and I read them sometimes,
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  to remind myself of every failed treatment,
  every false hope,
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  until reality intrudes,
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  and I am ready,
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  soon,
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  in death,
  as we were always meant to be,
  as we will be,
  forever,
  in the silence,
  in the darkness,
  in the peace that only death can bring.
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