in the middle of early Spring
as we both cried about life's
twists and turns and inevitable unfairness.
With red eyes and tears flowing,
she admitted she thinks about death --
anxiety slicing her like a knife --
long after she should be sleeping
night after night after eternal night.
Only 30 years old, yet aged
by a lifetime spent chasing life.
Now one kidney, two new lungs,
and more fight may break her.
I don't know how or when
I'll have to tell her goodbye,
but I know it's coming. Faster
or slower than predicted, but coming.
When it happens, let us be
older, grayer, and happier than today,
her body free of endless pain,
and her mind void of fear.
When I bury the best friend
I'll ever know, let her know
she will never be alone, because
half my heart goes with her.
My love forever and ever, amen.
and Thought Provoking Thursdays.***