you remember
how light she was
on her feet.
especially at night
when she tried
hard not to wake
you, going to
the bathroom
for water
and to sit on
the edge of the tub
to read,
or cry.
but it always woke
you up.
her soft feet
on the floor,
a yellowed
wedge of light
coming down
the hall
from an open
door.
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