and be thankful for whatever I can
she is stoic
and brave
and only the dried track of a tear that rolled down from the corner of her eye towards her temple as her head bent towards her pillow betrays that all is not well
and I brace myself
to cheer her up
be in her corner
brace myself
to gun down my fears of the future
and laugh at the irony
that her therapist said just yesterday that the only thing we can say .that it won't be tomorrow
but it was
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