the letters glided over my tongue for my throat ran dry from all the hurt that consumed me as your eyes searched for regret across my bold facade.
your lips started shaking as i had just thrown away three years of love and warmth into a mere sentence of word play.
your hands tried to grip my fingertips. tried to intertwine them. tried to convince them to let the valleys of palm stay together for a little longer before they try to connect with someone else's.
but how could i give them that satisfaction?
how could i give you hope of seeing me again when all i was left with was a few days of witnessing your presence?
how could i let your body memorize the heat of mine when it was soon going to get cold from my absence?
how could i let your eyes shelter me beneath your long eyelashes when i was soon going to abandon your heart for a white room of dead?
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god, how difficult was that sight ,
you breaking down in the middle of our love affair.
i could see the string of your heart breaking free shred by shred.
i could feel your body trying to radiate away every memory that resided in the love bites on your neck.
yet,
all i didn't acknowledge was the red box burning in your pocket with our future ahead.
i stepped back from your approaching feet as i paved the way to my new home abode.
smell of medicine and syringes filled my nostrils as my lungs became weak to breathe anymore and wanted to just give in.
my heart tried to make me turn back into the four walls of your arms but all my mind clouded me with
was,
"i am sorry you have only a few months left. you have stage three cancer."
