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Jane Ebihara


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
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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