This must be a night
That runs on the fingers of time.
Flying through the sky,
And whispering in my ears.
Spilling hated truths into my brain.
Will tonight fall
Into just another night of many?
He sits next to me,
Twirling my hair between his fingers.
Breathes run short
From his poisoned lungs.
This disease that’s eaten him
Multiplies with the consistency of rumors.
Even as, in this night,
He smiles as though the world is free.
Free of sickness and evil.
Glowing eyes full of love
Travel across my tear covered face.
Not even this cancer can kill his heart,
But it takes his light,
Dimming it slowly.
Until his hand falls limp
Into my lap.
