My partner is dying.  He refuses to acknowledge it.

My anam cara… my soul friend…  is falling away from me.  He chooses it.

My babylove is harder and harder to care for.  He is starting to feel it.

My psyche is torn.  It knows it.

My vida… my life…  is twirling.  I can’t grasp it.

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