The Never-Ending Fight... Poem by Dean Simpson

As she lays there falling apart
How does she feel, what is she thinking?
I will never know
I couldnt imagine
Its eating away at her and no one can help her.

I wish i could lay a hand on her and say it's ok
Wires falling everywhere
Her hands, her face anywhere they can go
I dont know where to touch
Just give her the strength to hold on.

I remember the way she would wait for me in her room
I would pace the stairs and fall forever into her arms
But now the room is empty
Just a bed and a cupboard
Surrounded by the nothing that fills the room.

I still see her in her favourite chair
But when i move to her
The image vanishes
Along with my smile
Its a long way till the Crossroads, but i'll be there soon.

And just like before
I'll run through the white of the clouds
Without a care but to see you
And you'll have arms wide open
I promise i'll be there, just like i was before.

I'll see you soon
I promise you that
Cancer stole you from us
But not forever
Just for now...