snow falls gently outside hospital windows,
and I watch the tubes and needles drip medicine
into the body of my sunshine.
our fingers,
his asleep and mine awake,
interlock as the chemotherapy works inside of him.
at least, we hope it’s working.
I want to tell him it will be okay,
but I don’t know that.
all I can do
is squeeze his hand
for comfort.
snow falls gently into a silent night
and oh, how I wish it were rain.
rain might wash away
all the pain and emptiness
of being left behind.
I want to tell my love I need him,
but he is gone.
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