Love Poem: The Veil of Death
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Written by: Emile Pinet

The Veil of Death

Buffed out with time's fine emery Alzheimer's stole your memory. And you sit in your chair and gaze lost in a perpetual haze. There is little left but a shell you're not in pain, but don't look well. And when I touch you, you pull back as if fending off an attack. How horrible to be confined especially trapped in one's mind. And though I wish it weren't so, love only adds to my sorrow. This is something we will work through for I'll never abandon you. And when you breathe your final breath smile at me, through the veil of death.