don the robe,
the fabric of your life that was.
the memories of laughs.
the fleeting joy.

the crushing fear.

into the void you go,
draped in sheets of white.
neck craning as remembering fades.
praying for reprieve as the light dims to grey.

longing to remember and be remembered.

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