Within the first week of February, 2015:
Eloise M. Harmeyer, 88...

I'm having trouble breathing again.
I guess I believed these lungs would fill...

It hardly seems to matter how often you
can remind me of worth, of strength, of...

.
i refused you because i knew you...

You wear color like it is your new identity,
beckoning spring to sing when you rush out...

Over and over, I reach you:
through the winds, the drifting of snow...

I'm fed up with sadness and its death toll in this...

I want to write - never for fame, never for
medals or certificates or my name on a...

You are not a crystal ball, I am not a seeker
so I must stop wanting to be appeased...

I write about you, talk about
you, think about you...

Death, what are you? Reveal your true self!
Do you lurk in these veins? Your fog crept over...

.
i'm sure you are unaware you enter...