tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570415187067986405.post5786569953301633189..comments2023-10-06T05:47:37.501-07:00Comments on Short Shorts: ~Not Leaving by Cynthia~Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212364350265703322noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570415187067986405.post-4554829460810124152007-10-01T20:52:00.000-07:002007-10-01T20:52:00.000-07:00Forty nine years ago I gave my hand to you in marr...Forty nine years ago I gave my hand to you in marriage. Now you give your hand to me in sickness.<BR/><BR/>You reach for me from the bed placed in the living room. You can no longer make it upstairs to our marriage bed so I sleep on a love seat next to you. I'm not leaving.<BR/><BR/>Our hands may be veiny, dry and a bit swollen with arthritis but they have built a good life. Our hands still fit together.<BR/><BR/>As you sleep, your pain must ease because you smile often. Every once in awhile you mutter words about our life.<BR/><BR/>When you start to awaken, your hand reaches out. I'll always be there to hold it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570415187067986405.post-7349169070134448262007-10-01T18:34:00.000-07:002007-10-01T18:34:00.000-07:00"Take my hand," I told him, but he didn't move. "T..."Take my hand," I told him, but he didn't move. "Take my hand," I repeated.<BR/><BR/>"I can't reach," he whined, a child-voice from a man-body. "Help me."<BR/><BR/>"Help yourself," I said.Dragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01212364350265703322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570415187067986405.post-5425554428932701632007-09-28T14:37:00.000-07:002007-09-28T14:37:00.000-07:00Her skn s saturated wth a rchness my skn cannot ma...Her skn s saturated wth a rchness my skn cannot magne. Layered wth hstory. A mystery of age. The story she told me gave me dreams that sent tendls nto my mornng. <BR/><BR/>She said there was a curse on her. Such thngs she makes exst.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com