Cancer

November 23, 2009
Devours him from the inside out
A stench of death hovers
Ready to consume him

I sit next to this frail empty frame
Nurse says he can hear me
I love you, I love you
Unable to respond
I beg
Don't leave us
Answer my prayers
No reply

Collapse
Sobs echo from the other room
I can't listen
I'm sorry
Out of my control

Hand-in-hand
His touch grows cold
I have to go
Good-bye





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