in the bedroom she loved,
all by her design.
she told me to promise that
i would
find a another woman
after she was gone,
someone else to love.
i don't want you to grieve
too hard,
or too long.
you deserve a life without me.
promise me she said,
her eyes half open,
her mouth dry.
her heart week.
okay, i told her, holding
her hand,
growing colder by the minute.
i promise you. i will
try to find someone else,
but, she whispered,
as she faded please
don't ever change the curtains.
i love those curtains.
i picked out the fabric
myself. it took forever.
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