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Twenty five years later
I hear the monitors
the day Betty died.
When Wilma passed
the stiffness was unreal.
When Michael left
a regretful void opened up.
My Dad was cold wearing
that hospital gown in
the funeral home's freezer.

Death is a lonely thing
to behold
but in the end we are all
just that - alone.

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