• I’m awake
    At 2 a.m.
    2 hours away
    Long past tears

    Throat raw, dry
    Eyes burning
    Body sleep deprived

    I want to hug you,
    Care for you,
    Whisper a hundred times

    “I love you.”

    We call you Hope
    But now hope feels lost.
    Spots, black, growing

    Lungs.
    Bones .
    Lymph nodes.

    And now,
    Spreading,
    To the brain.

    Chemo.
    Radiation.
    Nothing working.

    Almost a year
    Watching you
    Seeing it all.

    Pain
    Depression
    Fear.

    Each breath
    Seem to grow harder

    As I sit
    At 2 a.m.
    2 hours away…
    Crying silent tears