I imagine there’s a prison feel
to a very long life
stuck in a house or room
unable to get up and leave
when you want warmed-up
meals judged by a few bites
a crossword puzzle to ask you questions
a television to keep you company
a telephone too hard to dial
fewer and fewer faces seen
till one day they throw you
in isolation or maybe you
did it to yourself the moment
your grip on hope slipped and you
fell into a dark box taped it up
your mind surrounded by darkness
on the brightest sunny days
drowning in a dark sea
you couldn’t see
I imagine that’s the loneliness
no one plans for
I’m sorry Mom
that I didn’t imagine
your last few months
were that long nightmare
if I had I would have brought
my light to your bedside
and been there for you
each time you awakened
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