"I'll talk to you tomorrow"
As I sit in my cushioned stool,
with a rectangular weight in my hand.
Underneath the artificial lighting,
and the mound of papers that seem to getting taller and thicker everyday.
My thoughts winding down the endless road,
and the cancer in my mind seemed to intensify.

I sit staring at the dark screen,
with my heart in my stomach and a bittersweet smile gracing my lips.

"no you won't"

I whisper under my breath,
to the empty space and quietness that was present even before you.