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The passing touch of devotion
quietly making its mark
effortlessly, 
she touches my arm
repeating the same commands
she asks me to memorize
the little things.  
In her room,
unlike any other place,
everything,
  has its place
and meaning 
there for me to study. 
I can only understand today. 
Soft curves and edges
hands reach and take hold
up and under 
thumbs hook to undo. 
I’ve missed these moments
a year now removed,
I miss you Grace. 
Maybe I’ll never know
how many memories
I can’t quite recall,
all I can say,
I miss that one certain face
the most. 
A kind of conditioning
I suppose. 
It’s hard 
to just simply love
throw caution away
she turned to me
and said,
“You’ll find me
in you.”