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    You gave me the bad news
    One a Sunday afternoon.
    I took a deep breath in
    But couldn't comprehend.
    You said it had spread
    And that you have a month.
    I ran out of the room
    But didn't know where to run.
    I looked both ways
    But I couldn't move.
    I just couldn't bare
    To walk out on you.
    You were my last hope
    The only one left.
    But now you have cancer
    And will soon be dead.
    When you first told me
    I didn't believe you.
    But I eventually grasped
    That I'll have to live without you.
    In about a month
    You will no longer be here.
    I will no longer have you
    To make everything clear.
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