Glioblastoma
Such a pretty word
it could be the name of a queen
a most sinister queen
It happened so suddenly,
A part of my world came crashing down.
I hope for the best,
But I knew the worst.
You came home
I was very excited.
You were here!
But I knew why
This was the last time.
Things were good,
but then they got worse.
You knew my face and it caused you such joy
But then it would slip
And you’d forget.
How’s your son?
I don’t have a son
Are you my nurse?
I’m not a nurse.
Why are you keeping me here?
I can’t bring myself to tell you.
That’s not right?
No, my hands aren’t normally blue.
One day they all told me I had to see you,
But they never told me why.
When I saw her,
That’s when I knew.
It was time.
It didn’t feel real.
I held your hand and told you I was here,
I wasn’t leaving you.
We sat on each side.
We held your hands
Until they went cold.
In. Out.
In. Out.
In. Out.
I’ll never forget that blue butterfly.
You feel empty.
Like a piece of the puzzle we call our lives is missing.
Yet,
We feel heavy.
The whole left behind has added more weight.
It doesn’t get easier.
It never gets easier.
Our bodies just get stronger.
We adapt.
