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When day is done,
she has gone to bed.
I sit here, alone,
thoughts racing thru my head.
What to do for her?
No ideas to shed,
for moving her away,
my life will be dead.
Times are there,
with words now unsaid,
where moving her now
brings on the dread
of not seeing her here,
but with daily visits instead.
A Comment by Loy
My heart goes out to you for facing such painful decisions with no clear answer. Wishing you strength.
