Its not a love story, it's life.
It's not a warm bed, it's the
cold beeping of a monitor.
It's not the act of ever
lasting life but the act of
death on the horizon.
It's not a quick pain but an
everlasting dull throb.
It's not oblivion but close to
it.
It's not remembering
everything, but
remembering one.
It's not dying alone, but
dying without him.
It's not just the tick of a
click but a tick of mine
It's not a cold but an
everlasting life of sickness.
It's not a check up but a life
of constant chemo.
It's not always a burden but
it's a burden with a nice
twist.
It's not my own will, but it
was the fire from him to
give me the will.
It's not a book I can can close,
but it is real.
It's not over but just
slowed.
It's not forever until I'm with
you...
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The Aden Grey Poetry Contest
PoesiaSo Aden, for those who didn't know him, loved poetry. He was the one to get me into it. The first poem I ever wrote was for him, about him. This is something I meant to do a while ago but I kept avoiding painful memories. This is a poetry contest of...
