I will love you for the rest of my life,
Feel your hair against my cheek, cascading
Over my shoulder, the brush of your lips
The warmth of your breath, whispering
Tender words I needed to hear, my wife.
In white coats and somber countenances
They brought the worst of my nightmares
"Ten months, " they said, "with treatments
Less without...perhaps five" our experiences.
You accepted your fate; I never saw you cry
While every day I stayed as close as I could,
Sitting by your bed, I nursed your wounded
Soul; I wanted so much to go with you
Into the dark of night, the dreaded unknown.
Two years now since you quietly slipped away
And I miss you more with each passing day.
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