attendant, so her schedule was
hectic.
to Ireland she went.
to Rome,
to Paris, to Bonn.
and then back again
to Seattle,
or Chicago.
to sleep she took a pill.
Ambien
or something stronger.
i'd look at her
in the middle of the night,
dead to the world, lying
there.
her shallow breathing,
holding a mirror
up to her lips.
still alive. but just barely
it seemed
at times.
still, and dreamless, lying
there in a dead sleep.
wondering
where tomorrow
she would fly.
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