I drape you around me
smeared in yesterday's
squeaky wheelchair grease
and chocolate stained smudges.
You loved me then
Beautiful me
Beautiful you
Beautiful then.
But it's today
the wheelchair was given
to the Care Chest
and I don't get coffee
at that Raley's
anymore.
You still love me
Beautiful me
Beautiful you
Beautiful now
only I can't drape
what has been washed
with the detergent
of time around shoulders
older and wiser
to the cost of a
clean shirt
but I can remember
the feel of it
long after the stain
is gone.
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