I Wished It Wasn't The End

I wished it wasn't the end,
The caressing, caring, calloused hands, that roam my body freely.
The pink, thoughtful lips, that whisper love into my ears.
The big, grey eyes, dropping tears on my chest.

I wished it wasn't the end,
Waiting for the cells to multiply,
To destroy my soul, my mind,
My art, my love.

He holds my hand,
Tells me it'll be ok,
But it's too late,
I wished it wasn't the end.

But now the pain is too much.
My will to fight deteriorated long ago,
The second time my hair fell out,
I've deteriorated too, so I've heard,
As he talks to his mom on the phone at night, crying.
He thinks I'm asleep.

I wished it wasn't the end.