Cancer

It's hard to think that something you loved,

Something you took for granted,

Is slowly dying.

It's hard to see how much it hurts,

and wish there was something you could do,

yet all you can do

is be there.

If there was a cure,

You'd take it.

If you could

You would

switch places,

If you could,

You would find a cure,

If you could,

You would reverse time

And really appreciate

Who they are.

Only now

Do you think

How small

Were those things

That you argued about,

especially compared to this.

But here,

Although weak and tired,

Here,

Although barely conscious,

Here,

In the earliest hours,

Is your chance

To say

What you mean,

Go ahead,

Take her hand

and feel...

 

 

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