Andy slipped into dementia.
Like his mother before him.
And his twin brother just behind him.
His head hangs unspeaking in the clinic.
John's clothes don't fit him anymore.
They hang from his body as it sheds itself.
Last winter he was still skiing.
The mountain no longer bears his weight.
My mom calls twice from the car to tell me
It took just one year
For two of my dad's oldest friends
To live another year.
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