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.
There was a time, not long since, when this bed
Was where love, dreams and promises were made.
Now, as nights pass into virulent days,
And I get into cold sheets, I‘m afraid.
Your weight was my anchor to what we had;
But love has sunk into this large, cold bed;
It drowned, somewhere within, as you left it –
And I could save just memories instead.
I can’t even catch your smell in these sheets;
I wish you had loved enough and had stayed;
But you thought that love brings you happiness,
So, fled where you think you’ll stay unafraid.
As the sun wakes,
Thunder and lightning
Blanket his face
And shut his shining.
Might as well!
This day will be the same:
Where I suffer our love –
And you forget my name.
Hearts Still Care 
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