30 December:

Diagnosis cancer

February Surgery

The longest day …..

Home

Recovery and Love

Chemo….

It's a slog….

But you are legend

Life re-set

My beautiful wife

My favourite person

A second chance

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If you could hear what I thought

And I could hear what you thought

And women could hear what men thought

And men could hear what women thought...

Relationships wouldn't last very long

Death had visited 

Again

I was worried

He was becoming too familiar.

Perhaps if I moved away,

Kept my head down,

He would forget about me.

For a while

At least

'How did she die?'

They always asked that.

It annoyed me.

Once, I might have asked it too.

Now I realise

The question should be:

'How did she live her life?'

And the answer...

She lived it without fear

She said she had read my poem.

She said it made her laugh.

I thought the poem was incredibly sad.

One of us was emotionally broken.

I asked her if she hated me.

It was a safer question

Than asking if she still loved me

In the future we won’t eat food
There will be a pill

We won’t drink wine
Another pill

We won’t go out
We will be able to visit anywhere on Earth

And beyond
Via a headset

No one will write books or poems
The robots will do that for us

And the only thing people will talk about
Is the good old days

Before we ****** it all up