Everyday

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Everyday

I see a little more

Grey

As I run my fingers through your hair

Little wiry, white strands

Defiant

Proud

Like exclamations marks in a sea of blackness

Crying out that change is inevitable

Reminding me that

Everyday

We are reconstructed

In some small way

Our beliefs

Are not the same

Our bodies

Are not the same

Our touch

Is not the same

As yesterday

And although for some

This state of flux

Is an unwelcome reminder

Of our daily dance with death

It simply reminds me

Of why I love you more

Everyday