even at the end,
though his body
was
a cookie
crumbling in warm milk.
legs,
arms, his back,
nothing
was working anymore.
but
he remembered
everything
you ever old him, he could
recount all
the memories in his life,
the good
and bad, if asked.
it was hard,
very hard to press your
fingers against
his blue eyes and close
them.
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