Sitting beside your bed
listening to your morphine softened breath
never knowing which might be the last.
How many thousands of breaths have there been
rise and sink
rise and sink
The scent of baby lotion from the hospital nightstand
spills out a memory of
bringing life home from this same place.
And now we are returning you here
That scent will never be the same
as it was before we began
Letting you go
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