"Nobody loves me anymore."
She spoke from the bed that is
now her home.
"That's not true,"
I wanted to reply.
But I couldn't.
What evidence do I have?
She has evidence.
Those who used to love her
are gone.
Every long day that passes
without a visitor
is evidence
that nobody loves her anymore.
"Some people still love you.”
I could say it . . .
but can I prove it?
Who will give the evidence:
a visit,
a card,
maybe even a flower?
"What reason do I have to live?"
she asked,
Maybe the reason
is so we can learn
how to say,
"I love you"
not just with words
but with evidence.
What is her name?
She has many names.
You probably know one of them.
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