We used to talk and talk and talk.
There was so much laughter.
Over a cup of coffee words would tumble out and time would pass too quickly.
She was my biggest supporter.
The words are fewer now.
Long moments of silence.
Questions asked again and again as she tries to hold on, to make sense.
I must learn to know joy in this new space.
As I leave I hear her say, “She really knows what she is doing.”
And I take joy in this love she can’t quite recall.
Rejoining- writing with prompts