Going Somewhere
It’s still dark outside.
and I wonder if I will be
taking my husband
seventy-five miles south to rehab.
So much to do before we go.
I wish I knew for sure.
Better pack a suitcase for him.
One for me, too, In case
I have to stay the night.
And one for the man we care for.
Better clean the house enough
so it won’t be depressing
when I enter without him.
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