I stare at this screen as if unpracticed Though my reaction anything but masked So naive we can be to feelings abstract
I see* You lack clarity to recognize beneath you As if you really see, truly view What it is I so badly wish to say, hope to do Of all that surrounds, subjects, and subdues
I fall Forward into the plot of despair Who will hear me, who will care But then I recall of one passively there
I shudder To think of what you would say now Watching you breathless, wanting for air Made my own lungs hostile, for how unfair That which I craved, you had to bear
I know The cancer was quick, it took you well I really was not sure how to tell You Now there's no chance, no choice Oh, how I miss your beautiful voice
Recently lost someone I love very much to lung cancer. She never smoked a day in her life.