Three Weeks

The night that you died,
I had kissed your shoulder goodnight,
and whispered that I loved you,
and I left that night,
angrier than I'd ever been,
in my whole life, I think.

Just like the rest of my family has been saying;

three weeks just wasn't enough,
and those mere three weeks,
between an emergency room admittance and a quiet death,
was the most agonizing experience,
for both of us. 

You were there,
and then you were really really really there,
and then you just weren't,
that I think that's how everyone's cancer story goes. 

Reviews

[Edward Lancheister]

remembrance carves the momentum statue that will never forgotten. even now only in the spirit but forever living in every sight of inspiration.

thanks for share a memorial poem of the unforgotten

[Emmy J.M. Powell]

Thank you! ;;