20 July

You’d have turned 26 today.

We had plans.

I don’t hate you for leaving me behind.

I just feel robbed.

By Cancer.

Of my happy ending.

 

No one quite looks at me the way you did.

No one makes me feel beautiful just by the way they look at me.

No one sees me the way you did.

 

Now, I hide in plain site.

No one pulls me out.

No one can pull me out.

I can’t unravel at anyone else’s feet like I did with you.

No one quite sees through my broken mirage.

 

We had plans.

A wedding to get to.

A Fiji to explore.

 

You had plans.

A degree to finish.

A job to love.

A wedding to get to.

A Fiji to explore.

A son to father.

A life to live.

A life to live with me.

 

We had plans.

Broken, they lay.

Broken pieces that pierce my soul.

It bleeds.

Because it will never meet its mate again.

 

It bleeds.

Because you didn’t go.

Life took you from me.

Cancer took you from me.

I live, and yet, I die daily.

Yearning for you.

 

I miss you.

 

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