Preservation
The last time
I saw you I saw
you were not here.
Your body, mostly broken
eyes, mostly closed
or you stare, somewhere.
I wonder where you've gone
but then start seeing you, all in one.
Baby, boy, man, father, but no longer as victim.
I stare back at you
my mind leaving the room
I run back into our life, to preserve you.
Gregory Zeorlin 12/15/2009 10:34am
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