I did not see you that day,
Did not properly follow up
After that fateful doctor's visit.
I will never again see you
As you were in your prime
When the sunshine in your eyes
Reflected in your smile—
When
you were alive.
Now,
you have grown life—
and
death—inside of you.
I
see you, unresisting captive,
Held,
helpless hostage
To
an impotent mass of cells.
I
see you gather dust in hell.
Seeing
you now haunts me,
A
limp ghost in a lithe body.
I
would rather not see you at all.
