Dear L.B,

 

Four years ago,

He died-

My sweet loved one.

It was a long, hard death,

Taking months to ware him thin.

Cancer does that to a person.

 

I was there when

He died.

Fifteen, tears streaming,

Holding his hand

That got colder by the minute.

I tried to focus on the perfume of the

Dying roses, left over from Valentine’s day.

The smell of death filled the room.

 

The horrific sound of the death rattle

Shaking in my ear, a continuous

Decrescendo to the inevitably

Deafening silence.

He took his last breath

Surrounded by love.

 

What could a person do

To deserve an ending like this?

The answer to that question

Destroys a person

Inside and out.

 

I got my answer

Two and a half years later.

The question I ponder now is

“How could you let me love him?”

 

As I plucked away the halo and wings

That were given in my mind,

I wished that I could take back the love

I gave and put it into a box, wrapped

With a bow and send it off

To someone else. Anyone,

But you.

 

Sincerely, 

S. C.