For Therese, my neighbour and friend.
Taken by cancer.
When I touch you, I touch death’s intention.
It whittles you down
You’re too fragile to touch.
I keep a distance;
it’s all too much.
Next time I see you I make no such mistake.
I hold you tight.
And nothing breaks.
But nothing is changed.
You’re still not safe.
Your mind is light and dark and grief.
It’s bright and smart but slowing,
missing beats …
I wish you could go on,
but not in this way.
feeling it all … float … away.
Layer by layer of your life
like an onion
disintegrating into a fetid stew.
It takes and it takes and it takes
Until finally it takes you.
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Thankyou. (I need an emoticon for happy to be complimented in a sad situation. It’s not exactly a smiley face is it?)