We were married in the spring
You were diagnosed in the summer.

I clutched the letter
Predicting your fate.

Not knowing how
I was going to tell you.

Not wanting to break
Our rhythm. Our future. Our fortune.

But I had no choice,
It was not my secret to keep.

So I found the words, some words.
And watched your face crumple in confusion.

Saw our new life flash
Before our very eyes.

While our former one
Receded into darkness.

Disappearing ink
on the pages of our lives.