Pain
I remember the night so clear
Years ago
The first time I saw you weak
In pain
Scared
There was this pain you couldn't hold in
but didn't want to show
I came and sat on your bed next to you
You said you had to go tomorrow
Crying
As I came closer to hug you
Your teardrop
Slowly rolled down my cheek
I wiped it
Next day
You went back
Found out it was back
That evil thing
You were fine before
But then weeks later
The call was made
You died from that evil thing called cancer
And I wish I kept that teardrop on my cheek
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