If chemo worked,
Where would faith go?
Pain would end.
Cancers wouldn’t grow.
Love might work
To cast hope even now,
Shining like a diadem
On a mortal brow.
Death keeps both
Faith and love in check,
With a noose
Around the neck.
Time to stop
Fighting the good fight;
And gracefully,
Walk into night.
You took me in your arms
And we kissed for long years.
You told me you loved me
And you wiped away tears.
Now you have broken hearts
And chosen to forget,
That you ever promised,
Or that we ever met.
I wonder with envy,
How you can move on so,
When I writhe in torment,
Trying to let you go.
If roses lived long,
Would they be called flowers?
If vows were trusted,
Would one count down the hours?
If the seed wasn’t yours,
Would you get to reap it?
If love had a price,
Would I pay to keep it?
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