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  • Goodbye Dear One

    In late June
    an aggressive lodger moved in.
    For a month or so–
    we believed, we wanted to believe,
    you’d hem it in and throw it out.

    Chemotherapy– treatment– no cure.
    We bargained for time
    until the chemo turned as deadly as the tumor,
    and the clock raced forward
    with you in its arms.

    You began to shrink and fade– smaller, thinner, lighter.
    Pain rebelled and refused to yield.
    Our fears consumed us, but
    you said your goodbyes, and
    planned an after party.

    You hovered between life and last breath–
    a radiant moon hung full
    in a grey flannel sky.
    You slipped out
    in the dark hours before day break.

    The clouds waved and
    kissed your snow-white hair.
    Our love clapped like thunder in your ears,
    sparks fell to the ground in your wake,
    tears flew like mourning doves.

    We twisted, turned, and craned
    to catch one last glimpse
    of your sweet smile.
    Good bye dear one
    we send our love a thousand times a day.
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