When tragedy met misfortune,
I lost you.
My lover, my friend.
My sanity, my crazy.
Possibly, the love of my life…
I have fallen in love with the sunrise,
I have no one to tell me of the happiness in my voice.
I live on, yet I cannot forget.
I don’t know if that means I loved you too hard,
And I am loyal to that love,
Or that my heart broke beyond recovery,
And this is a wound I have to live with for the rest of my life.
Death be not proud.
Cancer, be not proud.
Love stand tall.
Nothing will ever be as strong, yet as feeble as you.
I still insist on watching the sunrise though,
To always remember that, despite the distance,
We loved as fiercely as the Sun
And burnt all the shadows cancer tried to cast.