I remember waking up to his smile
his lips beacons to wake me
point me to the day like a sundial
showing me how to get up
day after day after that
and I've never forgotten
the small things
that help me get out of bed
he's gone
but I hold onto that small thing
the hope that smells of pillows
warm greetings
and my damned dog jumping in bed
with a mouthful of food
munch and crush
I'm hungry
we haven't eaten
since yesterday, lunch
so we wake
have breakfast
he goes on his way
I have strength to go on
to get on with my day
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