Slipping

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Restless in the afternoon

He puts on his coat,

Picks up the flashlight

Where are you going?

It’s daytime

You don’t need a flashlight.

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She gives in, gives up

sewing the quilt pieces

Takes him for a walk

in the bright April wind

he shuffles too slowly for exercise

asks to go back too soon

It’s been barely ten minutes!

Already heading home

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Where do you live? He asks

In Wallkill.  You live with me.

Do you know who I am?

What’s my name?

I don’t know.  I’m sorry.

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Now he is further gone

And she is erased

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