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I leave her sleeping
in a cocoon of cotton,
knitted cap pulled down
to shield her eyes,
Sadie purring at her feet,
IPod buds in her ears -
why isn't she dancing anymore?
When I come home,
she is still in bed,
eyes red from weeping
and she pleads, "Give me
one more reason not to
give up."
I give what I can - a hug,
a word, soft biscuits still warm,
though I know she is asking
permission to disappear.
Betrayed by all her friends but me,
wishing for any kind of courage,
she sleeps under what fragile cover
she can find and I am frantic
to find the magic words
to make her stay.

12 Feb 13

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