My memory begins where you end.
I told myself you were speaking,
But your mouth was busy
with morphine or leaking.
Sense abandoned you weeks ago,
when you asked me to put on your shoes,
and put you to bed.
You would “go for a walk”,
You said.
You did.
You’re dead.
You used to wrap me up
like a burrito in my white bedsheets,
Now they’ve wrapped you up
like one.
All that’s left
is
surrender.
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E.K. Daniels
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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I felt this one in my chest. I really love the way you tied your childhood memories to the final scene. I’m an ER nurse and have sadly put too many people into those white plastic bags. The juxtaposition of that moment with such an incredibly happy one was brilliant. Thank you for sharing this.
This is heartbreaking, indeed, and so emotional.
Powerful. ⚡️💙⚡️