She would have been
An ideal candidate,
Her feared morbidities,
And no one longingly
Urging her to stay a
Few more weeks, More
Months. She had
It is true the use
Of trickling morphine,
But after dialysis
She was lucid once
Again, please spend
This final time
These few more
Weeks with me –
No frenzied pandemic
Smashing crowded beds
Against unwashed walls,
Just our smiling here
At what we defiantly held
Onto as long as we could.
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