Auntie in the Care Home

Although she has a death mask on,

a mask has no appeal to her;

a mask may seem a shelter

but hope lies in reality.

In truth. In any simple truth;

her eyes are lusting for its beauty

‘You do feel guilty don’t you?

Because you never visit me!!’

‘I don’t know what to talk about?’

No strategies, no comfort zones;

façades have simply dropped away;

Nothing offered in the void. But me.