journeying backwards to the limits of my memory

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you 
you know i saw your hand in a dream
stretched towards me from the dark
i can now see the lines in your face from decades of work 
your plaid shirt & orange truck
the dusty dusty orchard
the dehydrator and the tractor 
i know that woman you left behind
her heart and body aches because 
there is no longer someone next to her at night
no one to berate for sneaking jelly beans

i learned today that mourning has no end, just breaks