People say I’m handling it well,
Coping,
adjusting…
But they don’t know I go to sleep every night
hugging a pillow
pretending it’s you
and praying not to wake up
another morning alone.
People want to know how I’m doing
making a new life…
going on…
I give a sad smile and say
“It’s rough.”
“thanks for asking.”
“I’m managing.”
Words they wont to hear.
People comment on how strong and brave I’ve been
through it all…
your Sickness, (1)
your fight for life,
your death.
But they can’t understand that
my strength
and bravery
and hopes
were buried
with you…
Heinlein / Brumett / Tibbals
(1) originally ” cancer”