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Jane Ebihara
Poetry
If Someday
I am dying
do not lay your head upon my chest to listen
do not ask me questions I can no longer answer
do not allow those who never knew me to speak for me
instead
resuscitate only memory
take me to the window
show me the sunset
even if I no longer know what beauty is
whisper in my ear
the names of children
even if I no longer know how to love
touch me
with those hands like small birds
even if I can no longer feel the dance
play My Romance
and remember ours
before we say goodbye
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