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
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
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.
