We were ghosts to one another. In the house of the wide hallways. The shape that tripped the door alarms. The hand that pulled the curtain back. The mystery that was never solved. In the last year of your life. Something lay between us there. In the house of your last patience. That hid us from each others sight. Though every day I carried you. From the bed to the shower chair. We have never met each other. Though I fed and washed your body. In the house you lived and died in.

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