She never learned to. She never had to,
you were always just… there.
Now there's a little screen by her bed.
Your flame lives on it.
When you're bright, she sees it. When you're low, she sits with it.
She can't type. She presses one thing.
Eighty-four years old. Still the first to know how you're doing.
FLAME
For the ones who were always there.
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