At One Point

At one point, when the loss was more than memory
could bear,
his ailing wife asked him, “What’s your name?”
“Bob”, he said.
“It can’t be Bob”, she said.
“Why?”, he asked.
“Because you’re a woman”, she said.
“No, I’m not. I’m a guy!”, he replied with a trace
of indignation.
“You are?”, she asked, surprised.
“Yes, I am. I’m all guy”, he said.
“I guess you are at that”, she said. “I apologize”.
“No need”, he said.
With that he gently closed her bedroom door,
letting her recognition of him as a guy
be enough.


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