I see you’re bleeding from the jaw
The crimson stream stains your face
I wipe the blood clean and bring you in
She tells me that it’s deep and will not heal
I know that you’re leaving
I can’t fix you, I know
And I know that you’re leaving me
It’s coming soon, she spoke
Blood flow intensifies with each day
I pat your head in palliative care
Hug and hold you in loving silence
Knowing tomorrow is never promised, no
I know that you’re leaving
I can’t fix you, I know
And I know that you’re leaving me
It’s coming soon, she spoke
Oh, squamous cell carcinoma
Words painting my nightmares
Words tormenting my sleep
Words vexing my daylight hours, preying on my fragile heart
I know that you’re leaving
I can’t fix you, I know
And I know that you’re leaving me
It’s coming soon, she spoke
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