What did he say?
"What did you say?"
My mind flails about, attempting to comprehend Horses
galloping through meadows of self-described countryside.
He couldn't...he wouldn't...
He did. He is. He was...
Thoughts rush, wind through trees in late summer storm,
reality buried in my soul's fertile soil, torn from the roots of my mind.
"Please tell me it's not true! Take it back!" scream I (on the inside).
I know this isn't happening...is it?
Two hands, my hands wet hands, washcloths wrung by a man's words.
He tells me with lips, tongue, breath, given of God.
"He's dead."
No. No, he's so much more...
I remember.
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