A cancer poem.

I sit here and stare at an empty chair

Where you used to be and remember your smile

But you left, passed through that door

where only memories live on, and the tightness builds

I promised I wouldn't be weak, that I'd be strong

Not for myself, but for our family and it's hard

So, I sit here and mourn, for me, quietly, in the dark

And I feel like I've lost my anchor to reality

So I put on a brave face and go through the motions of being human

And no one sees the piece of me that's missing