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.