You glare at me with sorrowful eyes,
So I turn to stare at your shadow.
You face me and to my surprise,
You lean in nicely in the night-glow.
You whisper softly in my ear,
About how thankful you are,
I sit confused but listen to my dear,
Whilst staring at the bright stars.
You lean away and take my hand,
Tears drowning your eyes slowly,
I look at you and dissolve like sand,
Since I expect what is coming.
"It's hard but we'll get through it,
Especially you since you're strong,"
He says to me like a poet,
And I know how he is so wrong.
If I were so strong would I be crying?
If I were so strong would I be crawling?
You treat me well so why am I dying,
That shows that 'Strong' is appalling.
This makes me wonder-"Why me?
Why us, is this the end?"
It's my luck, can't you see?
We can't even stay friends...
It can't be that this is real,
And happening this way.
Unfair, cruel, evil,
That is what I say.
Cancer has attacked my lover,
Their head, their heart, their brain.
With barely any time left,
So much more than just a shame.
I'll miss you more than anything.
I may as well just die now.
You're so good, kind, trusting,
It makes me just think - "How?"
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