December's Internal Dialogue with Once Beloved

Going to Michigan soon. I won't have internet access so I better get my June posts in now!


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So many cold drafts in this dinginess, I can't get warm.
Cast aside the bed covers, dear. You'll be a fossil one day.
Is that what the paper says? Be good and bring it to me.
The coffee's done, dear. There isn't much. Get out of bed.
I'm tired and my knees ache. Is it dark yet?
Dark grey as always, dear. The oatmeal won't be hot forever.
Why don't you come back to bed with me? I'm cold.
I'm awake now, dear. There's stuff to do. I gotta do stuff.
What stuff? Won't you come back to me? I'm bored.
If I come back to you, dear, I'll never get up again.
Why are you getting dressed? It's nearly night again.
Not yet, dear. There are things to touch and taste and talk to.
My teeth are chattering in my skull. I'm talking to you!
Your words in my head too long, dear. Today's page is new.
I'm fading. I'm snowdrift beneath the dusk. You loved me?
Yes, dear, I did, but there's more to scribble in my story.
Where are you going? You won't forget me? You can't!
You were God of morning, dear. But life doesn't end at noon.
Our souls blistered long together, and in your soul I will live!
Yes, dear, and each white cheek given a rose from the cold.
I go now, a lit candle in memory keeping you warm.