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The silence seeped into the windows
like a room that has been shut up for some time
where a fly hits the glass over and over
with the same result and rhyme
We use to dance to Brown Eyed Girl
and drink Elderberry wine
I could swear she was an angel
when she said her heart was mine
A man can mess up so many things
still she stayed with me through the night
Now I make my final days with only her
for in the end she is all that I ever got right
Jill Autrey Dorman 
Backstory?
A gentlemen patient I cared for in Hospice shared how God had sent him the woman he needed and in his hard headed life he had alienated people who loved him but she never gave up on him. As he lay there dying he wanted to talk about her. It is amazing what people will share with a nurse in times of illness and reflection
Powerful!
Thank you David. I hope you are well.