The alarm sounds every morning at 4:30
I look outside but see nothing because it's still dark
As I prepare for another day at the job I loath
I question why I spend my precious time doing what I hate.
Is it because I love waking up this early?
No, I'd rather still be in bed with Her.
Is it because I love the money?
No, it's because I need it for Her.
She doesn't freely spend it or anything, yet she needs it
The cancer infiltrated her body a month ago
And she's fighting hard, yet dying
And if she dies, part of me would go with her.
While at work, I wonder why life delt her these cards
Why life would be so unfair to someone so perfect
Someone so beautiful
Someone so kind and gentle
While at work one day, I receive a call
The person on the other line shares some news.
And now a part of me is dead.