Our Laughing Jags

Today, it rained and the sky has
been in depths where I chose
not to go. It comes to me –
our laughing jags on the phone,
how we would cry, unable to
talk for minutes at a time because
we were laughing so hard. Then
something would set me off again,
something marvelous, brilliant,
so unlike you to say. My face

would hurt as I calmed, as
the nursing home would deliver
your dinner of wet eggs and
cold toast. You would ask me
what I was having. I’d think of
something unappetizing because
I loved you, because night was
coming on, and with all those
people around you, you were
alone.

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