The Day He Left
I didn’t know how it started, or when
All I know it began with paper and pen
I started the day the world became black
When cancer decided to come back.
I knew he was tough and would make it
Until they said it spread and his time was spent
We tried to stay strong
However, the doctors said it wouldn’t be long.
The day he left, was the day I started
The day that me and my best friend parted
I never considered myself a writer
All I know is it made my world brighter.
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