I can feel his arms around me,
Shaking at the sound of my voice,
But he holds on...
I am held in his arms,
Held safe where memories can finally be shared...
Can be remembered.
In that last perfect moment...
At last pictures begin to form behind my eyes...
Fragments of a life, jagged at first,
But then they steady and begin to flow,
To stand out whole and clear,
Heading toward their ending...
I was here in this house and I was...
I was smiling... that's what I was doing!
I have my voice... I'm ready to tell my story...
But right now I'm lost...
In That Last Perfect Moment...
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