Hug, cry, kiss



Then again.



After the visit


go home play,

then visit again




but this time different

I'm handed a bible, now


truly ready for Christian Camp.

But some things wrong.



We hug, cry, kiss.
Then blow kisses while leaving.
Knowing it's my last visit,
to the hospital, I leave.
Crying.

















Cancer won,
The disease had took its cause
She was gone just like that
Mad with rage,
sad with fear
I go to the funeral,
the dress she picked out,
for me
I act like nothing happened
I can’t
Singing for her freedom
I burst out Crying
Thinking:
The hospital, the whole routine

The hugging, and kissing
All over...
Except the crying.