I Do What I Have To Do

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The real estate business

slows down this summer.

Mom is home

more and more.

Jackson's there

less and less.

So I endure the long days

to enjoy the sweet

but silent

nights

where he often visits

in my dreams.

I tried to talk once,

to tell him

how sorry I feel.

But he covered my lips

with his

and that was that.

At least in my dreams

I have his soothing touch.

Even in the silence,

my heart overflows

with the love

that is all

Jackson's.

I wake later

and later

and later

each day.

I search the cupboards

and drawers

for the pills

Mom gave me

so I might

sleep all the time

like I did before.

But I can't find them.

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