the flesh has been a decade failing months to years of daily loss
she watches dying with her eyes
flashing fire, sparking hope
but speaks of ending in
a voice warmed with whispers
at midnight my phone rings
to chant the litany --
children, lovers, doctors
no miracles among them
then she asks the only question:
how much have you loved me?
enough, I say.
now, too much.
Copyright 2004 Jody Serey. All Rights Reserved.