10.22.2020

you do what you can, accepting the limitations: clumsy, brief, almost dumb, but you were there

To visit the dying can be a refinement, the dreck 
of daily living having receded to leave 
only serious stuff, and you’re ill-prepared, 
self-conscious, and all but tongue-tied. But this is the truth 
of your lives, of both your lives, that the awkward encounter 
has clarified for you. Or reduced you to. 

You don’t want to stay too long—not to tire him out, 
or yourself, for that matter. And after you’ve left, you feel 
bad, if less bad than he, but for both your sakes, 
and wishing it had gone better. And he must have had 
such wishes, too, more general, though, and more fervent. 
But that’s what life is, and you fumble through it. 
You do what you can, accepting the limitations: 
clumsy, brief, almost dumb, but you were there. 

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